How To Become A Badass Novels & Stories

It made me a terrifying force on the battlefield–whether it was on the streets of New York or in the deserts of the Middle East. I came home hoping to put that part of me aside, to cure my inner demons. But Debrassy forced my hand. And now he’s doing it again. Even as the anger rises in me, I know I can’t let him win. I’ll kill him and any one who tries to stop me with no regard to status or fame. I will become the monster I fear, the person I’ve tried so hard not to be. I will truly become Hazardous. “Deep breath, Haz,” Lisa coaches through her microphone. “Focus.”

I assure him gently, “but I never learned how to fend for myself. I never got far enough out into the world to find myself, to figure out who I was and what I wanted out of life.” “It had only been three years,” Bastien argues protectively, “You made incredible progress in that time, considering where you started. Goddess, Selene, you were trapped in a basement through your entire adolescence.” He reminds me – as if I could forget. “You had to learn everything from scratch, all while trying to figure out how to be a wife and an Alpha’s mate.”

I would become someone that would make sure my people would get bullied by anyone. I don’t need approval from people who hate me. I only need to become more successful than them. When that happens they won’t ever look down at me again. I will be the one who is doing that.

"Is there a way to make him stronger without the Union? As strong and feared as required." "I don't know, there are so many ways, ranging from breaking more borders, getting more authentic supplies. It all boils down to having extra smart heads around him. Luckily for him, you can pass as three of that." Alessia smiled, trying to lighten the room. "I think he won with you, he just doesn't know it yet. Neither do you."

It pisses me off to think like this, and it pisses me off to know that I deserve it. Apolo steps away from the punching bag, my jaw hurts from anger, and my temples throb. I raise my arm, and with a closed fist, I make the punching bag move until it squeaks on the ceiling hook. It pisses me off. It pisses me off to be an asshole. How the hell did I get a kid pregnant? Why the hell did she give me her virginity for a moment? And without a damn condom? Fuck. It's the only thing I seem to have become aware of, fucking chicks with a condom and quitting alcohol and marijuana.

my mom said, her eyes begging me to understand. I sighed and suddenly I remembered Linda’s words before I left; face your fears and slay your dragons. A mischievous smile graced my lips. I was fat and naive when Jason and his crew bullied me. Now I was sexy and London’s new heartbreaker. It was time to teach Jason Sinclair a lesson. “I’m in, daddy. Raise the funds and let me deal with Jason.” *** I walked into the expensive restaurant which has been reserved by Jason Sinclair so it was empty except for one booth where four people sat.

I’m finally able to come out of my stunned reaction, and I hug him back, “I know you won’t Jace. I was just hoping that they decided to leave me alone; it’s been so long since they’ve done anything.” “I think it’s time that I start taking you back to the gym and show you how to defend yourself. Every woman should know the basic moves, but you, I’m going to teach you more than just the basics. I’m going to turn you into a badass bitch, so that even I become scared of you!” He tries to lighten the mood, and it helps a little bit. “Oh yeah, I would love to learn how to kick my bully’s butt.” I joke. “Ass, Ella. Say it, a-s-s… ass.” Jace chuckles.

"What do you mean?" "Let me complete my words. I know I'm dangerous for you but still, I'm ready to become selfish to stay with you because I feel alive with you and I want to feel alive every day before I die. Now I can't live a life without a soul, I don't want to die again from inside before dying in real. Now I can't even imagine going back to my earlier life where you weren't with me. It wasn't life, it was like I'm fighting a battle every day. I was just trying to become stronger so that no one can defeat me, but from inside I was empty and powerless. I was afraid to show my soft side because I didn't want anybody to take advantage of me. But with you, I'm not scared to be who really I

Plus, it’s impossible to make a dramatic entrance when nobody is around to see it. We step out of the uber and I quickly pull out my phone to give him a good rating and add a tip. I turn to the girls and say, “Alright, remember ladies, we are confident, badass bitches who don’t give a fuck what anybody else thinks. Also, no matter how awesome this party is, we do not comment on it. We act like we’re above the whole thing, got it?”

The good and the bad nothing in between. The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys. The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.