The Bad Guy Audiobook Novels & Stories

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy. But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster. I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!

No one spoke. Baddie remained surprisingly relaxed. He leaned back in his chair. "No, sweetheart." He smiled faintly. "He's a psycho son of a snake." That earned a few exhausted smiles. "But don't worry, he won't resist forever." Alex looked at him impatiently. "Call him again." Baddie shook his head immediately. "No." His tone became serious. ‘"Trust me. As far as he's concerned, every unexpected call is suspicious." He placed his phone on the table.

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?” ****************************

"You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time." I grimaced as I wondered if there was something wrong with her in the head. Lucas Hamilton was not looking like someone who can change and the way she identified him made me uncomfortable as I was sure he wasn't good in bed or whatever she meant. Andrea must've read a lot of erotic books that she didn't know what she was saying. "...and if he's so bad, I will change him as I said before," Andrea said and nudged my arm with her elbow. "He'll be one lucky man when he falls for me. What do you think? Am I a perfect girl for him,

she tells me, imitating a man's voice. I'm relieved, and when I put the phone to Owen's ear, I hear him laughing and fluttering around as usual. He babbles things, doesn't talk much, but it seems like hearing a deep voice like his father's is good for him. He takes the phone from my hands, and he's my happy baby again, albeit in a lie. ASHTON ! ChatGPT "That's it!" I hear them shouting at me. "Give it to that bastard!"

“You always think you can fix people.” “Only the ones worth saving.” Before either of them could say another word, the flashlight flickered. Then it died. A low hiss filled the bunker, followed by that electric crackle — this time inside the room. Sienna’s pulse spiked. “Jax—” “I know,” he said, spinning toward the sound, gun raised. The radio on the wall — a relic of some forgotten station — lit up with a faint blue glow. Then came the voice. “You can run from ghosts, but not from guilt.”

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

Dixon sighed, he was looking a little bit down but I can't help but think of him as the bad guy that he was. “You? You're Eruba, no?” I smiled, flashing him a toothy. “Eruba?” he chuckled, his hand crawling up to my arms and forcing them off his neck, “how can you think so low of me? I may be a bad guy, but I'm not a cowardice bastard like him.” he moved away from me, his back heaved as he smacked his forehead on the wall. Huh? It was true, that bastard was one of the rogues. Be it Eruba or a mere subordinate, the fact that he got himself involved in the rogues’ scheme made him a bad guy, regardless of his relationship with the infamous rogue leader.

One person in a silver suit was seated in a chair with a very high backrest, in front of a large black wooden table. "Please, have a seat, Sir," said the man who had pulled out the chair in front of the silver-suited man, motioning for Aiden to sit down. Aiden nodded and took his seat. "Good evening, allow me to introduce myself, I am Mr. Bad," the man in front of him said with an elegant smile and extended his hand. Aiden shook hands with Bad, not recognizing who this man was. "Good evening, I'm Aiden," Aiden replied. Another man approached Bad and handed him a folder.