Slay Baddie Novels & Stories

Laughing, he dropped Cole and stepped toward her. "What are you going to do, retard? Shoot me? I'll have that thing out of your hands so fast…" He took another step toward her. "I'll shove that gun up your twat and—" Jenny slowly breathed out and pulled the trigger. Two things happened at once: Slater crumpled forward, while at the same time, his body flew backward, crashing into the wall of Taco's empty stall and sliding to the floor. Jenny stood stock still, barrel smoking as Slater's lifeless body lay motionless on the barn floor.

They were professionals, trained for moments like this. As Slade entered the building, the heavy weight of what he was about to do settled in his chest. This was the first step in a much larger plan, one that would ripple through the underworld of Khalidan, a plan that, when executed, would make him a force no one could ignore. And as he disappeared into the shadows of the city, his men following in tow.

Badar said and the boy started running “1… 2… 3… 4… 5… . . . . 20.. Ready or not here I come” Badar said with a sadist smile “Oh, I do love a good chase” Badar said to himself and started running towards the direction the boy went taking in his scent. After 30 second Badar was able to catch up with the boy. Badar had him pinned down while the whimpering in fear and begging to Badar for his life. “I’ve already given you a chance Xavier, say hi to your parents from me” Badar said as he twisted the boy’s neck. Breaking it, making the boy die instantly.

*slap* I adore her bravery but not her foul words against me. I’m sure that slap hits within her flesh. “Thanks, that was satisfying” I said and I left the place. Everyone is looking but I don’t mind, I don’t care with people who has a lot of judgement in their mind. “OH MY GOSH!” – Hailee “Savage as ever!” – Ara Ara and Hailee are waiting for me and I am now with Jai. She’s too fragile, she must learn to be tough.

A smile filled with venom. “Bad boys,” he practically sang. “You forgot the rules. I always come prepared.” The barrel swung toward Mia. Axel moved first then Daniel. He lunged, grabbing the arm of the gun and shoving it skyward just as Slade fired—bang. The bullet buried itself in the ceiling. Daniel covering Mia as Axel played the aggressor. The next shot went wild—bang—shattering a light fixture, glass spraying across the floor. Daniel tackled Slade again. The gun clattered to the ground.

Plus, I’m no longer virgin, that’s the other thing that I couldn’t believe. Nikki didn’t waste any time and slapped me in the face but it wasn’t the hardest slap that I knew she could do. “Shit, Nikki. Don’t tell me you call that slap a bad bitch slap? I didn’t even felt a thing.” “Oh, you really want a bad bitch slap?” “Yes, please! Give it to me, Nikki! Give me that bad bitch slap!” I begged. “Okay, let me have a ritual first.” Nikki took a step back, rubbed her hands together, swung her arm three times before eventually slapping me.

The folded sleeve of Jay's shirt, now neatly positioned just below his elbow, serves as a tangible reminder of the impending brutality. As Anthony continues to plead for his life, Jay's heart remains hardened. At this moment, Jay Nashville stands as an executioner, driven by a fierce determination to avenge his brother and ensure that Anthony pays for his transgressions. It ignites a fire within Jay, and without a moment's hesitation, he raises his hand, poised to deliver a punishing blow. The room falls silent as Jay's hand connects with Anthony's face—an explosive clap reverberates through the air. The force of the slap sends Anthony's head reeling to the side, his body jerking against the

I roll my eyes, feeling yet another tinge of anger because why is everyone so fixated on the fact that I slapped that jerk and not my own feelings? “He had it coming.” Oh, he has had it coming for a very long time. Boy, did it feel good to slap that stupidly handsome face. I regret nothing. The only regret I feel is that I didn’t wait to see his reaction before bolting out of there. Cassidy stands in the middle of her room, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I don’t think you understand how crazy this is. You slapped the school's golden boy!” “I’m sorry, what part of James Sullivan, my royal pain in the ass, is going to be my stepbrother isn’t crazy? That is what you should be freaking o

Outside, On the rooftop Striker lay in position, A sniper rifle steady in his grip. His eyes sharp, calculating and Focused. he is striker for a reason, because He strikes when least expected… A faint smirk appeared on his lip. One. Two. Three— Bang. Two men dropped instantly. Before the others could react, Another shot followed Then another. Within seconds All five outside guards were down. Striker didn’t miss...Not once. Then he began counting again Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five... Inside— The remaining assassins moved quickly to untie Jasmine and that Was their mistake.

She crooned to him quietly. “I’ve been Bad my whole life!” He sobbed, clutching her tightly, as if he would fall off the face of the Earth if he let go. “I know.” She said, gently urging him to rise back to his feet. She dried his tears herself. “But today, will you choose to be Good?” ****************************