Novel & Cerita I Want To Be A Big Baddie

“Go.” She grabbed her things and walked away. I look at Hailey, hugging herself and looking down at her feet. “Stay away from someone like her, Hailey. She’s bad news. She plays a good girl, uses you, then treats you like a dog on a leash. Don’t fall for someone’s kindness. They all have ulterior motives, especially when they just came out of nowhere. Choose your friend wisely.” “She came over while I’m waiting for you.” She sat down.

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

"The more she fights, the deeper she digs herself. And when this is over, she'll have no one to blame but herself." Connor ended the call and started his engine. War was coming. And he intended to win.

Is he a sociopath? "And you don't feel bad at all? Did you enjoy it?" I feel dizzy. I still can't wrap my head around this. I thought these kinds of things only happened in movies! "Of course, I feel bad for the guy! But it's the ugly side of this lifestyle," Logan winced. "I don't understand. Why would you want this kind of lifestyle?" I asked. Logan looks into the space for a moment as if he is thinking hard. "I don't know why. Maybe because I want to feel powerful? All my life, people assumed that I'm some kind of a goody two shoes, and I want to prove them wrong."

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.

The breath that I was holding inside came out of my mouth like the leaking gas of a balloon. I was slightly taken aback but tried to look normal as I felt he was staring at me. He tried to prove himself innocent this time, didn't he? Of course, he planned it. He is already so lucky, the breadwinner but I think he wants more. People are just greedy animals. When he gets a seat to sit, he wants a bed to lay down. Greed is all about acquiring things. Acquiring money, acquiring power, acquiring attention, acquiring time and so on. The running mantra is "I want. I want. I want."

He planned to marry me! "And we're gonna have seven kids, the first one will be a boy, of course, he's gonna protect our six girls" "Did you know I've admired you ever since you were a babyyyy? Yeah, Steff wanted to take you away from me, but I punched him in the face and...and told him to stay the hell away from youu" he kept on mumbling. "I then made them pledge to protect you foreverrrr and we've been watching youuuu ever since then. I had a tough time toooo fighting alllll those guys away. That's when they started labelling me as the baddd guyyy"

Being a good person sucks. I did everything to bring our company, Warren Empire, back to the top—and I did. I became the devil billionaire, and everyone is scared of me. Yes, they should be scared of me. If someone tries to fight with me, I'll do everything to bury them, and I don't have mercy at all. My parents didn't name me Zion for nothing, and I will use it to make my enemies more scared of me. I will take my revenge and reclaim everything they stole from us.

I am not his type. I can't be the perfect girl for a mafia-like him. He deserves somebody who could go on a mission with and come back victorious, not a girl he will spend the rest of his life protecting like an egg he was afraid to break or like a treasure he valued dearly. I should be a bad ass b**** who could always pull the trigger and shoot any bastard who tries to hurt a man or anyone who crosses our path that's who I want to be that's why I want to be for my man I know I might be a little bit small for the main time but time passes every second and I will get older eventually.

“But why would you want to? You could be a part of something so much bigger than yourself. You know what we really do here? Well, it’s the equivalent of dick punching a bunch of assholes right in the junk.” “I think dick punching means in the junk.” She brow furrows. “Yes. I suppose you’re right.” She cackles, and honestly, it’s an adorably evil laugh. “If you don’t want to sock it to ‘em, and I understand you might not, given how you were raised, and if you don’t want to help the world be a better place and eliminate the bad aspects that we can—the drugs, the entrapment of young, desperate women, the enslavement of good people who’ve fallen on hard times, the rivers of blood, the schemes an