How To Become A Badass Novels & Stories

He is a D minus at taking charge and I need an A plus, plus. "I mean, you are going to Bassa soo…" Becka gave me this knowing, suggestive look and wiggled her perfectly drawn eyebrows. "Sooo?" "So who knows who you are going to meet there? I heard that the men there are fire- like super hot and tall and because of their culture, they are naturally dominant and know how to take charge and that's just what you need." She gushed, and I could tell how badly she wanted to be in my position and envied me.

Kristina said, pulling closer, “Zara, you're nineteen, and an adult. You should be able to make rational decisions. This is your time to be that bitch. If you will still stay at that ivy school, and actually survive, you're going to have to learn how to be tough. You need to always look good. Always. No exceptions. I know you think you don't care what anyone says about you, but believe me you will. You need to resume as that bitch. It's possible that nobody will bully you because of this. They might feel bad for you because of your accident, but still you have to prepare for the worst possible outcome. You need to be THAT bitch. The one no one can touch. You need to be the smartest, the best

“ So what? You expect me to throw myself at him and clear my mind off everything and what? Ready myself to be his trainee?” “ Exactly. That is what you're meant to do. You didn't struggle to get a high G.P.A just so that you can lodge around and stay within your ‘ comfort zone’”, she clicked her fingers on the air to throw more emphasis, “ and you are never going to be that person you want to be, that badass lawyer that you want to be, if you stay in that damned comfort zone of yours”.

The prospect of becoming rude was like stepping into uncharted waters, brimming with trepidation. Yet, Lisa was acutely aware that her previous displays of vulnerability and submission had only served to undermine her credibility in the eyes of her foes. To earn their respect and protect herself, she had to shed the image of weakness and project an assertive and commanding presence. That moment in Alex's room with Savanna had been a symbolic turning point — a demonstration that she was capable of veering from the path of docility.

JACE'S POV I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone's search history like a total loser. The bright screen hurt my eyes in the darkness, but insomnia was a bitch and I had nothing better to do. The searches stared back at me, mocking: How to get your shit together and be a better person What gifts to give to your nerdy hot girlfriend so she forgives you Patrick Mahomes highlights Super Bowl 2025 Jesus Christ. When had I become this guy? The kind of guy who Googled self-help advice at one in the morning like some kind of—

He nods looking at me. "Leave me alone." I ordered him, turning around to leave. I heard my name however I did not respond to their calls, it was best to continue. Walking has never been one of my favorite things to do, but it was necessary to get to my suite. Many ideas were running through my mind, one of them was to sign up for a self-defense class; With the appearance of the boy who breaks windows, it gave me a certain insecurity to walk alone without knowing how to do anything beyond a punch.

I want to be known for the things I do, not how I look, “Even if people think you’re an asshole, they find you attractive. So we use it. We milk it. You show off those abs and arms as much as possible, try to seduce your boring little wife into showing some emotion. That way, people will stop talking about everything else. And your numbers go up, trust me.” I do trust her, so I nod.

Maybe his goal was to confuse me. Well, that wasn’t going to work because I hated him to the core. “Damn! Keisha, you are so stubborn. Argh!” he groaned as he turned to look at me and asked, “How did you even become like this?” The question made anger flare up in me. I turned in my seat and gave him a hard look. “How did I become like this?” How could you even ask something like that? I became like this because of you.” I yelled at him.

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

"I don't need Rhia. I can do everything alone. I am not weak." Not weak? She was tolerating all the bullies alone mutely, not even protesting against them. "Yeah. I saw that in college today." I scoffed at her as I watched her unbalanced organs tripping over nothing. "Go and change before you collapse." She pouted and reached out the buttons of her blouse. "Why do I need to go to the washroom? It will be too hot there. Let me change here." Saying that, as she started unbuttoning it, my eyes widened, without wasting a second, I gripped onto her hand and stopped her.