How To Become A Badass Novels & Stories

When it came to programming, he always wanted perfection and wouldn’t stop. “Sure.” Honestly, building a new character was the most exciting part. “I’m going to choose Mage.” “Boo! That choice is for babies.” “You created this baby.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m tired of just using The Archer. Hey, why don’t you build a character that could use every skill?” “Don’t you think it’s cheating?” “Of course not. It’s going to be a bomb! But you can only use all skills when you reach level 150. Swords, Gun Master, Archer, and the Mage.”

“Then we need something epic. Like a battle speech. Shirtless. In front of a bonfire.” I blinked. “Why shirtless?” She smirked. “Inspiration and motivation. You're welcome.” I groaned and flopped onto the bed next to her. “Be serious.” “I am serious. People get inspired by different things. Some like words, some like actions… some like strategic shiftlessness.” “Simone.” “Fine. Then you write him a heartfelt letter.” “He’d think I was dying.” “Okay, then you fake dying. Think about it—he panics, realizes how much he loves you, finds inner strength, becomes super alpha, saves the day.”

Belle had mastered the art of being invisible. Not the kind where people couldn’t see her—no, they saw her just fine. They just never looked twice. And honestly, she preferred it that way. At Princeton College, attention was currency. The louder you were, the richer you seemed. The more reckless, the more admired. It was a world built on noise, chaos, and reputation. Belle didn’t belong to any of that.

Something that made him daring and a little wild. He knew what they'd see, how they'd judge. The bad boy and the good girl, a strange pairing maybe, but if they saw them like this, swaying on the dance floor, they'd assume they had a thing for each other. That something about her had him kind of obsessed. Something about her made him feel dangerous. And maybe that was true, even if just for this one night.

There is a specific art to not giving a shit, and a bitch knows exactly what that is. A bad bitch is a term used in many modern songs, and it is not an insult. It means a woman is badass. She has self-respect, confidence, and independence. Rihanna is the perfect example of this. Then there is the boss bitch, which isn’t just a term, but also the title of a book inspiring female empowerment. A boss bitch is successful. She speaks her mind, sets boundaries, and goes for what she wants. The type of bitch you want to learn how to be is an ambitious advocate for herself. She is a force to be reckoned with.

I had to be a part of it. I’ve never been a great student. While my twin sister was easily pulling off straight A’s in school, I was skipping classes and sneaking cigarettes behind the bleachers. I know it’s cliché, but even though we shared a womb, Brooke and I really couldn’t be more different. She’s thoughtful and cautious and brilliant, while I’m reckless and careless and stubborn. I’ve always been scrappy, and a field trip to the squad’s training center when I was fourteen was a major turning point for me- I’d never thought much of the future, but watching the badass fighters that day piqued my interest in something for the first time. I knew I wanted to be one of them, and from that da

She was scared of dying, and she was too much of a coward to leave him. I guess I should thank my dad for teaching me to be the predator and not the prey. Because of him, I taught myself always to have power over those wimpy little nerds and show them who the boss is. I enjoyed being feared. It was better than being pushed around. Shoot, I even got any girl I wanted. I had bronzed skin, tousled brown hair, green eyes, and my face was strong and define, which qualified me as handsome to most girls in my school. I made sure I worked out regularly, so I had well-defined abs and biceps, so all I had to do was to pretend to be interested, and they were eager to be with me, the high school bad boy

"Yay. If we play volleyball, Belle will probably knock me out again." Grayson put his arm around me as we walked to the gym. "I doubt she would if I threatened her boyfriend," Grayson objected. "She already know I'm physically able to beat the crap out of him." "Do you do that every time?" I asked. "Threaten to beat up Devon whenever Belle does something to bother you?" "I may have a reputation but I believe in not hitting girls," Grayson told me. "So instead, I go after her boyfriend." Grayson and I got to the gym shortly after. I sighed once I realized we were still doing volleyball. I was hoping it was just a one day thing but it turned out we were doing a volleyball unit.

Jason had much pride in his rags-to-riches story and was particularly grateful for the riches and power that came with his billionaire status, but the fact that he could not move around without any bodyguards always made him uncomfortable. "But son there is a way you can walk around this" He could remember the conversation he had with Mr. Bransen a few months ago. "You do. How do I do it then?" Jason had asked. "please do tell me….." "Well, the answer is simple. Get a coach and train your bones so tough that your security wouldn't matter anymore" "Wait, you mean I should go to the gym.? But that doesn't……." "No son, not the gym. I mean get a teacher to teach you something like karate or Judo

“Who would have thought that I could be a badass?” I knew a real badass would never say something like that but I did not care. Perhaps I should thank Margaux for making me feel slightly better. Or maybe not since she had looked like she was about to put her hands around my throat and choke me to death. In all seriousness, I really hoped she would stop being a bully because as much as I hated embarrassing her in the public (although I was simply returning the gesture), I would not back down or hold back. I would not let someone beat me down. I had never been a coward, I would not start to become one. Today she had pushed me more than she had usually done. I could understand that she was emba