I Want To Be A Big Baddie Novels & Stories

“Tell me, little man, how exactly are you going to fight those evil people? What’s your big plan?” Greg’s face lit up like Christmas morning. Without warning, he climbed onto his chair and then boldly onto the edge of the table, standing tall with his little chest puffed out and fists planted on his hips. “Yeah! I am Mafia Greg and I am here!” he announced dramatically, striking a superhero pose that sent a ripple of laughter through the room. “I’m gonna use my super strength to punch the bad guys, and I’ll drive a fast car like Daddy’s, and I’ll have guns but only for protection, and I’ll never let anyone make Mommy cry again. Boom! Bad guys down!”

After handing the poor, aggrieved girl a tissue, he remarked, “It’s just how the world works. The bad guys always win. Why? Because the bad guys are always the ones who don’t have to follow the rules or answer to their conscience. The good guys have way too many shackles in comparison, you know. Things like morals, the law, ethics, dignity…there are just too many restraints around the neck of the good guys, keeping prisoners.” Jade sobbed for a while before wiping her tears away. “T-T-Then I want to be a bad guy too! I want to be so bad that they can’t bully me anymore!” “Oh no, that’s impossible.” He chuckled. “You’re a good person through and through, so you could never be bad. If anyone c

At the party, Beatrice Sherbird’s close friends surrounded me. “I heard you’ve had a crush on Beatrice since you were a kid. You even insisted on being her husband when you played house. So, do you still have feelings for her now?” Everyone turned to look at me. I looked toward the woman in the corner who was casually pouring a drink and said, “I was young and clueless back then. I probably caused Beatrice a lot of headaches. “Honestly, those feelings faded a long time ago. Besides, I’m actually getting married soon.” I heard the sound of glass breaking. Beatrice stared at her high heels stained with spilled wine. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she remained dazed for a

Angelina snorted. "I'm guessing, your boyfriend must be inconsiderate, right?" Alex smiled wryly when she said that. "You don't even know him, so don't judge him so carelessly. Don't you realize it's my boyfriend you're mocking?" sneered Angelina. Alex chuckled sarcastically. "I don't need to know him to judge him," Alex said confidently. "Don't be such a big shot. Who the hell are you?" Angelina sneered again. "I'm Alexander Dominik, and everyone says I'm great." Alex boasted. Angelina only replied with a snort.

For one, Gabriella had extraordinary looks, her beauty entranced anyone who saw her especially the male folk; two, Gabriella had the perfect sexy shape she admired; three, Gabriella was an angel, the sweetest person on Earth, except to her; and all three characteristics was what she wanted in herself. She was beautiful, she knew and she appreciated it, used it to her advantage; she had a sexy shape, she knew, maybe not as good as Gabriella, but she appreciated it... But she wasn't sweet, she wasn't an angel, she was a beasr, a beast that hunted men for her own selfish pleasures, a beast that was rebellious to her own parents, a beast that looked down on others secretly to fuel her own pride

she stared at him, “I need to learn how to kiss badly. I’m a great kisser but I need to learn how to be bad. I wonder what makes a woman a bad kisser. I’d g****e it but I’m worried he’s watching my internet searches. I could on Algernon or Paris’s phones, I’m sure.” “Babe, you can’t be taking your clothes off for him.” “Babe,” she responded equally condescendingly, “he’s going to take my clothes off one way or another. I may as well make it happen the way I want instead of the way he wants.” “Not if you’re going to use a petri dish.”

She hisses like a snake, coming towards me again. Just when she thinks she has me in a tight position, I grab her by the hair and turn her around, making her face the mirror. She messed up with the wrong girl if she thought she could easily overpower me. I was never physically weak. My father used to teach me how to fight when I was a little kid because he was a frantic fan of wrestling. I wasn't weak, I was just a coward. I belonged to the bottom of the food chain. How was I supposed to fight with the rich kids who had everyone and everything to back them up? So, I had to keep my mouth shut and tolerate everything like a weakling.

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“I watched Wild Wild West movie.” “Don’t depend on what you see. YouTube is one of those things you should avoid when learning something new. I don’t think you can even think of pulling a trigger. I may be old, but I doubt you are violent, Percie. You may have had difficult times, but I know you are just trying to be distant and try avoiding people to get into your life. That doesn't mean you are a bad person. You still have a good heart.” You don’t even want to imagine what I’ve been going through.

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b