I Want To Be A Big Baddie Novels & Stories

“I’m not a good person.” He smiled brightly. “Then I want to be bad like you,” he said. “You look badass.” I smiled too. Dark. Proud. Unapologetic.

I asked, finding her stubborn and unrepentant appearance utterly pathetic. "You're the one responsible for your own downfall from the very beginning, Zoe. Your own arrogance, selfishness, idiocy, and greed are what destroyed everything you had. You want to know why I'm so happy now, right?" I turned to look at Maisie, who was watching me with a look of tenderness and resolve. I flashed her a smile before turning my gaze to Zoe. I then stated deliberately, "It's because I chose the right person to be by my side. You, on the other hand, deserve nothing more than to rot in the filth."

The supposedly bad boy that I’m to fall for. . . TBC Written By Authoress Kamara .

I'm green but I'm not that dense. I have a fairly good understanding of how these things work and though I'm not blind to my own attributes, I do know that I'm nowhere near his caliber. Beautiful people usually leaned towards others of the same ilk. Not brunettes with brown eyes and hips that are just a little too wide. I tried shaping them down but they have a mind of their own and though I'm a size eight there's no getting away from my ass and hips. No someone like him will end up with some super model type with long blonde hair and a perfect size two body. Someone whose daddy didn't run her life like a drill sergeant.

“I’ve learned that you’ve got a tiny dick.” He goes to cut me off but I continue too fast for his miniscule brain to follow. “You wanna know how I know that? Because you feel the need to prove yourself to everyone else by being the biggest asshole around. It’s called overcompensation. You should look it up some time.”

Now more tattoos peek out from under the neck of his black sweatshirt, some kind of snake head, and who knows what else he has. "Here? Since when?" I sigh and start walking back to my faculty. That arrogance when he speaks and the way he believes he has the power to order things is what made me spread my legs for him. I don't even know how I liked that, I guess because that whole "bad boy" thing is attractive when you're full of hormones. "Since today." "And Owen?" he asks. The fact that he asks about him is the only reason I don't mind him following me.

" 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him" She warned me with seriousness but for some odd reason, I felt myself getting curious about this Xavier, " big bad? Why would you call him that?" "Because he's Big and Bad " "Huh?" "He is a bully Marilyn and with a bad anger issue. If you get on his nerves , he'll literally gonna make your life a living hell" "Well, we can always complain to the teachers about him , if he tries to " Even though I was getting scared, I said that with fake confidence, trying to be brave..

"I love working with companies and strike a mutually beneficial business deal. And I fucking love football.? I feel those butterflies again in my stomach. Right now, he looks so sexy. And he still has this bad boy aura that I always wonder how. But it's not like some destructive, wrecked bad boys many girls sometimes fantasize to sweep off their feet. Those who are insecure and have tattoos plus guns and whom their parents definitely won't approve. This bad boy is different. It's the kind of those bad boys who are driven, intellectual and have mastered self-control to really kick ass in the real dog-eat-dog world.

So I've got some mischief…In my blood…Can you blame me…I never got no love…“ She turned towards the camera with a playful pout and a face fully covered in blood. She slashed her bald backwards as someone came up to attack from behind. The music continued to play as she returned to killing and singing ”They think I'm callous….A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a sch

“From now on… I do what I want. I take what I want. I want to be the bad girl.” And for the first time in my life, I felt alive.