You Are A Badass Novels & Stories

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

She didn't know where the damned thought came from, all she knew was that she was pulling her phone out and typing into her search bar 'HOW TO BE BADASS' Is that even a thing? Whatever. She waited and in a few seconds, the results were out. Top result: 'Be brave. Badasses are brave people. Most people associate a certain fearlessness with being a badass, whether it's standing up for yourself or others, or staring down a potentially dangerous situation with a calm quietude. Work on overcoming your fears and don't be shy about defending what you believe in.' Who the hell did they write that for? "Forgive me, G****e for what I'm about to search next." She muttered under her breath.

I'm done with this oversized bitch. "You sound like a toddler who's having a tantrum. Why don't you fight Cassidy and me if you're so strong? I think you're just a weak, blown-up bitch with a big mouth." I yell at her. Cassidy walks next to me as we approach Kakia. I feel stronger than I've felt my entire life. "You got this." Mav mindlinks me. Hearing him in my head gives me the last piece of encouragement I need. "You can't speak to me like that. I am better than all of you," Kakia cackles loudly.

no need to say sorry, when I think about you, I feel I don't deserve you, neither do I deserve your love" he said I was amazed by his words, this is another part of him, but is totally not visible physically, he is a mafia outside but with me he is just gentle, I also feel undeserving, he is perfect even with his flaws, " I feel you should get a badass girl who will be able to fight along with you"

Fucking bastard! ****

Three— Punch. --- The impact cracked through the hallway. His head snapped sideways. A gasp broke from somewhere behind them. Belle’s knuckles stung instantly. Sharp. Bright. Real. But she didn’t feel it. Not really. --- Punch. He staggered. Lost balance. Tried to steady himself. Didn’t get the chance. --- Punch. He hit the ground. Hard. --- And still— She didn’t stop. --- Each hit was controlled. Not wild. Not messy.

I asked. Adrian shrugged, “well, when you put it like that,” he grinned. I snatched my hands from his, “you are something else, Adrian Sanders.” “I was born from a pussy to a pussy, remember?”

"You are such a bastard." Next

Do you ever think of that? Let: A lot. I’m like, what if you are someone I know and maybe hate. Lmao. I don’t hate anyone btw, all the hate is reserved for my mother. Lol. As much of an asshole as she is, I miss her sometimes. Is that crazy? Does that make me a wuss? I feel like it does, it makes me pathetic. She’s the only living parent I have and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hating her but she’s not making any effort. Haha, I digressed. Sorry not sorry. I really hope you find your Mister right or you find Mister left and bring him to the right. Did you laugh?

That bastard. He was better off dead. *******************************************