Skeppy X Badboyhalo Novels & Stories

SKYLAR “Truth or dare, golden boy.” That voice. Ugh. It belongs to one of the worst people at Valor State University, and if you guessed “asshole linebacker,” or “walking STD,” you’d be correct. It belongs to Chris Jerkins. My boyfriend’s best friend. The certified menace of the century. And the golden boy he’s referring to? That’s Shawn Crawford–VSU’s star running back, my bestie and roommate’s brother, and my boyfriend.

I yelled at him feeling much rather brave. “Did you just called me a scumbag?” Xavier intoned and he appeared much rather pissed at the fact that I called him a scumbag when everybody knows that he is a scumbag. If he thinks he’s a bad boy for picking on the weaker men? He’s just a plain spineless bully. If he thinks he’s a bad boy for snatching the heart of the finest girl in Michiko Takao? He’s just a spineless playboy who took advantage of Michiko’s feelings.

God, he looks like a fucking sexy macho dripping melting ball of delicious ice cream vanilla with all that sweat and thick, ripped corded muscles. I am really, totally fucked. "Focus Cage!" A deep loud masculine voice booms from behind me, making me flinch just the same time Killer swoops in on Nate's distracted stance, sweeping Nate's legs out from under him. They both crash to the hard ground. Oh God no.

Mr Shaughnessy owns several productive companies in the country and as I have mentioned earlier, he has five handsome sons. Their names are Andres, Alderson, Atlas, Adrian and Avril. They are like young gods of Gold Valley city. They have the looks, the wealth and the class. Atlas is my mate in school and so I have the chance to see him a lot. I am also two of his one hundred and twenty four thousand followers on I*******m. (Both ghost accounts.) I'm not a weirdo, I promise. If only you could have a glance at him then you would understand.

Besides being an actor, Derris also doubled as an musician and he was part of a band called Black Diamond with three other guys: Caleb Stone, Jeremy Kyeong and Maximilian Crest. Apart from being one of the most biggest boy bands around, they were also known for their various escapades with anything in a skirt with Maximilian being the only exception. He was silent, reserved and was the only member of Black Diamond that could rarely ever be seen with a girl. The reason behind this was not known.

But was quick to be put back in her place. You're just a pawn Zasha, quit wanting more. The ride back to her dad was shared in total silence, she couldn't wait to get back to her room and lock herself back from the outside world. Beside her, the Sokolov cartel's underboss had wrapped his arm with a kitchen napkin. Darko was ignoring her as he was busy calling Nail. Darko was telling him about what happened, and how they're currently on their way back to her dad's.

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear a deep, throaty voice, so I look up to face him. A six-foot-five muscular figure graces my eyes, and a small smile spread across my lips. My wait is finally over. He has tanned skin, and his shoulder-length hair is pulled back to reveal a gloomy face. Along with his tattoo sleeves, there is a big, ugly scar spread from his forehead to just below the eyebrow, completing his typical bad boy look. This is the face of Daniel Ortega, the biggest, baddest kid in Skyland High. Or at least misunderstood as one.

"My bad" Arman shrugged, taking his eyes away, "oh we got another addition, Percy my friend." He gestured to the last car as a young man, slightly older than them, stepped out of his car, followed by... Luna? Luna too expressed shock on seeing him. He composed his features, drawing a blank stare. She had not replied to his text. "So happy new month, guys! This is how we're gonna do this." Arman, the ringleader announced, "There are five guys and four beautiful girls here so one gentleman will have to go without a girl... Okay, we'll do it this way."

“Two guys on the same team tripping over themselves for one girl. That’s some legendary shit.” I nearly choked. “Two guys? Who exactly?” Sasha tilted her chin toward the rink. “Don’t act like you don’t see it. You’re wearing one of their jerseys. Meanwhile…” I followed her gaze and found Trey’s eyes locked on me. His glare was so sharp I flinched before forcing myself to look away. “Stop,” I whispered. “Trey is my stepbrother.” I swallowed back the lumps forming in my throat “Yeah, but those eyes?” Sasha smirked. “Stepbrothers don’t look at their sisters like that, Hazel.”