Max Steel Bad Guy Novels & Stories

And also some scenes are not suitable for young audiences as it contains violence and sexual scenes! Synopsis If there is a word ‘bad’ in this world there is also a ‘badass’, and she was named Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn. Millicent Jaiyana or Millijay is feared by many. No one can stand on her way. No one can stop her and everyone must follow her biddings. She is the one that anyone can’t control for she is the heiress of the successful and popular communication company. But everything changes and turns out to be a roller coaster ride when her mother found out the bad things she did in her college school. Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a se

"Is it the better one?" Martin slowly turned his head toward him, pulled his dick out and dropped down on the bed. Gerald immediately lifted both hands in surrender. “Okay,” he mumbled, pulling the duvet over himself. “Too soon.” Martin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's nothing,” he muttered, though the corner twitched despite himself. “It's Jake calling." Hearing that, Gerald groaned dramatically and shrugged. “I really don't understand why you keep entertaining that… boy,” he said tiredly. "The other one's clearly much better. I mean… he is a fucking drug addict."

Alex retorted bravely. See? He called his boss an old man even though he was not even 60 years old. No one would dare to do that but Alex. "You bastard! You can't just act like you're a top assassin, huh?" said Ernest, the hitman's boss. Alex rolled his eyes lazily, making no sound. "I don't want to know! You can't miss any more checks. You have to come to the base right now, don't make me angry!" Ernest continued.

Even the teacher stood amazed at the sight his eyes bulging out of his head. A small smile etched upon my face as I gaze upon the so called bad boys Kristrin Slovac, Kyle Bower and the twins. Kristrin the leader as everyone calls him dressed in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt and a black denim jeans, his thick black hair styled to perfection, thick muscles prominent within his clothing and a perfectly chiseled face made him look definitely like a hot bad boy or playboy for that matter. While his best friend Kyle had a dark skin tone, very tall with a slender body that could die for he was more of a supermodel type girls drooled at him.

She giggled, “oh my goodness. He must mean Cruz. My fiancé. He’s massive. As big as Dave Bautista or The Rock. My girlfriends and I giggle he’s an ape, in fact, Sloane calls him a gorilla to his face all the time. I bet she did it in front of Belkin and it stuck.” “He is very strong?” “Played Olympic level rugby.” “I hope he gets to punch Liborio in the face.” “I kind of hope he throws barrels down the stairs at him,” she retorted, the brief levity making her feel better. He translated quickly back to the team, and they all shared a laugh. He took his weapon from his pocket and with an apologetic nod, put it against her back and began leading her up the stairs. They walked from the back of t

He is meeting someone he will finish with tonight. Apart from being a bodyguard, Oliver also has another job. As a hitman, his target this time is a famously successful businessman in America. His client asked him to finish off the man, and he was also promised considerable money from his client if the job was completed without leaving the slightest trace. By the task of his client, Oliver, assisted by several of his client's men, brought the man to him. Once the man was in front of him, Oliver smiled slyly. "Mr. Pattison, welcome to my hell," said Oliver with a killer smile.

Brenda G __________ In the seventeen years of my existence, I could finally theorise my longtime hypothesis that black lightning or even our superhero flash, had got nothing on me. You might think I was just bluffing or maybe drunk in stupidity but I had just run from my house, which was miles away, to catch up with Gg, my ultimate best buddy, who was a giant camel. But I failed.

I snarled at him while he squirmed to get out of my death grip. That's right. These wimps are still not safe from me. Just because I fell in love with the good girl and she wants me to be all Mr. Nice Guy, that doesn't mean I am just gonna let everyone walk over me. I was still Jacob Phillips, the toughest nail at school, the big bad wolf of Greenville High, the king of.....

Axel's news wasn't good. James Porter was still in town, staying at the executive suite at the Riverdale Inn. He'd been asking questions, showing Valentina's picture around. Worst of all, he'd hired local muscle—two ex-cons with reputations for doing anything for the right price. "Can't touch him legally," Axel explained, sprawled on Duke's couch. "Guy's got all his papers in order. Here on 'business,' he says." Duke's jaw tightened. "What kind of business?"

Gabriel unties me without cumming in my ass and makes me stand in front of everyone with nothing but a cockring, harness and collar. “What you see before you is a beautiful birthday boy. My Boy! My Bad Boy who I love with all my heart! My Bad Boy who will be in my bed tonight and always, if I have it my way…Rhett, Sweetheart...I would like to show you the sample for the custom leather pieces I am having made for you and I so that we can have a matching set. I will commission matching pisces for when Rachelle earns her collar as well,” Gabriel says, presenting a beautiful black piece of leather, stamped with a wave pattern and stained with hints of blue and green.