Novel & Cerita Slay Baddie

I said in a low voice. "Were you crying?" He asked in concern. "No." I lied and he saw through it. "Did something happen?" He asked. "I just got stabbed in the heart by the two people I care about, I feel as if I have no right now." I replied as tears formed in my eyes. "Elijah I got the plane tickets, you should get ready." I heard someone say from his side of the line. Elijah was silent for a moment. "Sorry to hear that." He finally said.

Collins covered him from the right side, his face tight with frustration and anger, not at the battle, but at the memory of Isabella running from him earlier. But even that anger fueled his precision. He shot an attacker clean in the knee, then another in the arm, knocking guns out of their hands, and clearing the entrance. Finally, silence settled. Bodies lay scattered around the ground. They had won again. Kade slid his gun into his waistband and walked toward the entrance door. Kingsley swung his arm around him proudly. “Nothing like a little midnight shootout to end the day.” “Remove your hand before I break it,” Kade said flatly.

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

Slap! Even before Harvey York could say anything, Trey Bierstadt instantly jumped off the ground before he sent Jace Lee flying with a single slap. “B*stard!” Jace covered his face when he stumbled off the ground. “You hit me, Trey?! “Do you want to die?!” Crack! Trey completely ignored him before furiously snapping his arm. Even if Jace had a death wish, Trey did not want that. As the top talent of the Blackburn City Martial Arts Alliance, he knew just how immense Harvey’s title was.

She barely made a sound when I slipped the needle into her arm but I didn't wait for it to take effect; in and out. Making my way around to the other side of the bed I pulled the fucker out of it by his neck. "Get up you fuck." He fumbled around between sleep and wake as I dragged him from the room out the door and down the stairs. "Who are you, what're you doing in my house?" I pulled the hoodie off right before punching him in the throat and crushing his larynx. While he clutched at his throat and stumbled around I pulled my weapon of choice from the black leather backpack. I had no need to speak to the asshole, besides he'd never be able to utter another word in his fucking life anyway so

Come on Caleb, hurry the fuck up and help us before it’s too late. “Stacey, stop fucking around. Are you really gonna let that conniving bitch take your man?” I roar, giving her an aggressive pep talk. “No,” she whispers, her voice quivering with uncertainty. Without hesitation, I slap her across the cheek, knowing we don’t have time for anything other than tough love right now. “You are stronger than this. Pull yourself together and finish that bitch off before she ruins everything. Cry about it later if you must, but first, we attack. Now, on the count of three,” I take a deep breath, hoping my words will ignite a fire within her. “One...two...three.”

Meanwhile, I stepped off my Harley Davidson Road King to approach Skylar. “No, no, stay where you are, Max!” I didn't listen to her, I kept moving forward and then pulled her away from the caddie. I pinned her in my arms and then fired a bullet behind her body, hitting the caddie she had just saved. Honestly, this lacks excitement because The Fallen is not supposed to die easily. But what can I do? The important thing is I got Skylar back. "What... what are you doing?" Skylar asked with a trembling voice. She then turned and screamed hysterically when she saw the caddie girl named Lena lying on the asphalt with gunshot wounds to her head and body.

"You slimy slut—" "It's very simple Camilla. You apologize. I apologize. Everything goes back to normalcy. That is the right order of things like this. And also, you have to apologize right now for calling me a slimy slut, because as you can see, I am not the slimy slut here." I hear Reece's chuckle beside me, and I fight not to chuckle too. Cold, silent, verbal fights are the worst. You keep on digging into your enemy's head or body language to detect their next course of action, while trying so hard to cloak yours.

I just set everything aside. Yes, it's agreed that I'm mad at him. If there's this one person, I can murder without being persecuted by the justice system, then it's going to be him. I want him destroyed; we all want him destroyed but then, in a quick swerve, something silent but deadly consciousness swept over me. I just realized that maybe the best way to destroy him is really to break his heart to thousands of pieces where he can't even put all of the pieces back together. It's to my best knowledge that every heart is delicate, and we just have our unique ways of building a wall or molding a shield to protect it from any terrorist and toxicity. I'm not planning to destroy that wall becaus

Erica moved back to Beverly Dale to find out the fat freak she used to bully isn't the freekles boy she used to know. The braces were gone, the shyness was gone, muscles replaced the chubbiness. He is literally a hot piece of cake. The Bryan Andrews that had a serious crush on her years back now checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check ✅. Piercings. Check. ✅ . Bluntness. Check. ✅ Dominance ✅ check. Bullying ✅ check. Fuck boy ✅ check.