Ugly Badtard の小説・ストーリー

_Fucking hot bastard! -----

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me."

She’s so ugly I think I’m going to be sick just looking at her 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 Monika Anderson: I will never forgive you for what you did to Laura. I proudly stan Laura: I feel so bad for Laura😔. After she finally managed to recover from her heartbreak now this 😔😔😔💔 Sasha Oregon: SL.U.T. UGLY A.S.S H.O.E. WH.O.RE. P.I.G. GOLDDIGGER. Nicole Mark: You can have her man, but you can never be her. Sugar Queen: Watch your back Olivia ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Jelena is a perfect match. "When did your face change to Justin Bieber?" I leaned my head and said weakly. Gerald glanced at me briefly and remained focused on the road. Ok, he's still angry. I'm silent. "Hailey Baldwin is ugly, so I don't want to be like Justin Bieber." Gerald answered too. "Hey, does Hailey Baldwin want to be with you?" "I don't want to either." answered Gerald arrogant, his trademark. The soul of arrogant is ingrained in his flesh and flows throughout Gerald's body. Indeed, from Zygote, he was arrogant.

Hearts and more hearts. annihilatorAK47 ×take a photo and do the live session and I'll call myself the world's most pathetic loser. "I don't do it and I'll admit to being a selfish high standard spoilt brat." ×wow× ×this is getting better and better× annihilatorAK47 ×this will definitely blow up in your face Chelsea. You better watch your back cause it'll bite you.

A lot had change within 24hours that serious could not explain, from going to the bar with the thought of having the fun of her life, completely getting over her ex boyfriend, to having a quickie with a hot man, whose bed she was currently lying on, she could not explain what she was feeling at the moment, could not tell if it was a good or bad feeling. His phone rang breaking them apart, Alex reluctantly reached out for his phone lying on the drawer close to his bed, he flung it across the room when he saw the content of the message, it was Pearl, sending him her naked well shaved, and wet pussy, with the caption, " I can't wait to be fucked by you again"

But that didn't mean he quit trying. Jake wasn't one of those bad boys you learn about in romance novels. You know the ones that are rough on the outside but secretly a softy on the inside? Nope, not him. He was the actual devil. I secretly call him Damien, the evil child from the movie The Omen. Because he looks like an angel from the outside, but in reality, he is most likely a spawn of the devil. I bet if I parted his hair, I'd see the birthmark 666 on his scalp. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but he is the worst. I'll tell you how bad later.

"let us start from easy one..say bastard " Ava was looking at him like he gone crazy.." u are cheating..this is not even a proper bad word...are u really going to break ur promise " she blackmailed him raising her eyebrow... Ryan was scratching his head in frustration " ok...so say ..f..fu..fuc...." he slammed his head on table..he can't speak more than that.. "What next..what is fuc.....hurry Ryan..I can't wait more " she was jumping on her seat like a child...

SLIMY CHEAT! Iris' POV I slammed my fist into the wall, the drywall crumbling under my anger. Those gangsters had been mere pawns, but they'd refused to talk. I'd had to beat it out of them, and even then, they'd revealed nothing. I glared at them, my anger and frustration boiling over. Despite the hours of torture, they still refused to crack, their lips sealed like vaults. It was infuriating. I had used every trick in the book, every ounce of pain and persuasion, but they remained stubbornly silent.