You Are A Badass Novels & Stories

I should've broken that fuck's neck, this being a cop shit comes with its own drawbacks but I would've taken the hit for assaulting the dumbass, they ought to be a law. What the fuck is wrong with people anyway? If that had been my kid I would've kicked his ass into Outer Mongolia then followed him there and pulled his lungs out his fucking ass. Asshole.

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"

Belle stopped. Her breath hitched slightly. Just for a second. Then she exhaled. Slow. Controlled. And just like that— The thoughts were pushed back. Locked away again. Because she knew the answer. She didn’t need to ask it. It didn’t matter why. What mattered— Was that it couldn’t happen again. That version of her— The one that broke down, that held onto someone, that let herself be seen— Was a mistake. A moment of weakness. And she didn’t do weakness.

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?”

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?

“You look adorable.” She scrunched her nose at me and planted her hands on her hips. Tapping the toe of her combat boot into the dirt, she grumbled, “I was going for sexy, daring, totally badass.” “You’re all of those things, but you’re still cute. Trust me, there isn’t a warrior here today that won’t follow your command.” “Do you think they’re mad at me?”

more or less. I'm selfish and all... I know... I don't mind being the bad guy...I can be the bad guy than the good guy who end up regretting everything.

Ford asked. “Intimidating?” “You give off this aura of intimidation. All the time. Like you’re ready to kill anything at the drop of a hat. Just a total badass.” I laughed. “I didn’t realize.” “Exactly. You don’t have to try to be intimidating. You just are. Wait. Is it because you’re in tune with your wolf?”

Boy with pink lips singing love songs and striking chords, making suggestive jokes and amusing love glances while at the same time, running charities and supporting women's rights. I was perfect. On paper. In flesh and blood, I was bad— a bad boy you could say but sometimes even bad boys get a good rap, I was a monster true and true. The kind that comes into your dreams and stabs you in the neck. If you have any sense, you would run for your dear life and never look back.