Me When A Baddie Tells Me What To Do Mga Nobela at Kwento

一 Wash your mouth to talk about me, you are nothing, you have nothing! I raised my voice and I could see that the girl flinched a little, the crowd was only increasing, the students were euphoric waiting to fight, it was then that Caroline looked at one of her friends and then raised her hand, but before could reach my face I held his hand and on impulse, I kicked his leg making him fall.

Sandra listened intently, her expression softening with each passing moment. 'I'll help you, Annabella,' Sandra said finally, her voice firm. 'But you have to do something for me,' her expression is flirtatious enough for Isabella to guess what she's getting at. 'Sandra, can't you at least...' She cut her off completely. 'If you don't want me to help you, just leave. I'm not forcing you at all,' Sandra told her, she lit a cigar to smoke. She's a baddie, which is obvious, a transformed one because Sandra changed into this bad form due to her financial problem which led to the death of her sister.

Every bad girl needs a list and I've got the perfect one. ◇WAYS TO BE BAD AND LET THE WORLD KNOW THAT YOU ARE BAD◇ You aren't bad until you can wear all pink and still have everyone scared of you. -almost every day. You aren't bad until you've broken into the enemy's house. -did it twice. You aren't bad until you have a natural thirst for vengeance. - it fuels me. You aren't bad until you've to punch someone you detest in the face. - and I'd do it a second time.

It didn't hurt that the Feds and the fucking kooks had come knocking. So when I chose to go with the city's PD instead they'd been only too happy to have me. I had the brainpower and they had the trainers to hone me into a fucking super killer. Now I felt ready. Ready to go take back what the fuck was mine.

"Ok, let me repeat the rules: no whining, no telling me what to do, don't tell me what's best for me, all attention and spotlight must be focused on me, and finally, I need your support since today is my day." I advised my dearest friends and Mom about the guidelines. "Ok." They all nodded except Mom, who I couldn't tell what to do because she had a habit of hitting me upside the head anytime I passed my place or did something wrong, despite the fact that I was far past the age of smacking.

In the middle of my journey to the mansion, my wolf could not help but think of Roger's proposal. They believed that their plan is going to work out if my wolf will lead them. Yet, I declined even if handing over to Big Boss dad's badge was completely against my will. However, it's the only thing I know everything will end. My wolf should have said yes to them. Dad's instructions were pretty clear that I should keep the badge with me no matter what happens. That Big Boss can destroy a few things my wolf could barely imagine.

"...we interact with people, we're not a machine..." Her boss kept going on and on about how social skills are needed to improve, while in her head she was thinking about how she needs to order more food for Gus and was asking herself has Gus' litter tray had been clean that morning. "You hear me Federova?" "Yes, Sir. Absolutely, Sir." Her boss shook his head again, knowing she was helpless and she might need to be partnered up with a different agent. He was thinking of an agent with more social skills. "Sir, I got information about a gun shipment that's going to go down this week. But I don't think my recruits are ready for the bust..."

One move and he would die. "Throw out your weapons. Be faster!" Nick ordered them and just like he did, they threw their weapons out. As they did that, Nick kicked at the back of the bald man's leg, forcing him to kneel. He pointed the gun at him still and authorized in a serious tone. "Get on your knees, everyone!" As the group of bad guys was about to protest, Aiden pulled a gun out and announced, "You guys might not love your boss, that's sad. Seems none of you care whether he dies or..."

“Umm okay? What did I see?” “You have to remember that yourself. Next question.” My brows cave. “What should I do now?” “You will make the right decision when the time comes.” “What the heck? You’re not answering me.” “I am. Try again.” I pause and think. “I want them all dead. How do I get my revenge?” “The decision you make, will lead you on the path to their destruction.” My face falls. “You- you’re a quack, aren’t you?” “I am not.” She chuckles. “If I answer any of those questions, I will be carving your path which I am not allowed to do. My job is only to vaguely guide you with no real instruction so your decisions will not be strongly influenced by me.”

I'm giving you one last shot at leaving. I can't decide if you're very brave, or just very stupid human, but make a deal with me. If you do not die after this interaction, I will continue the story for you and maybe we can be friends. But, if anything remotely bad or strange happens after listening, you have to promise me you'll leave me alone straightaway. Deal? Good... now into this we go....