Hi! My name is Beckangela Taylee Jack'son, but my friends just call me Becky for short. I was getting ready for school when it happened. My hair was thrown up in a messy bun, I had a light coat of mascara on my eyelashes, and I was wearing my trusty Converse Allstars. My life was pretty great! I'd just turned 18 and it was my senior year of high school, I had a fun job at the mall and a nice car too. The best part? My parents were super chill, so I could drive it wherever and whenever I wanted! The only thing I wanted but didn't have was Nyfe, the bad boy next door. But all that was about to change...
"Beckangela! Come downstairs, there's something important I need to tell you!" I heard my mom call from the living room.
I bolted down the stairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch next to someone very familiar. I would have recognized that dark, tousled hair and those piercing grey orbs anywhere. It was Nyfe! I stared blankly at the two of them, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for what was taking place. You see, Nyfe wasn't your typical teenage boy, he was a bad boy. You could tell because he rode a motorcycle, only wore leather, smoked cigarettes, and didn't play by anyone's rules. He also had a ridiculous amount of tattoos. Like so many tattoos it was difficult to tell what color his skin was underneath. He seemed like the last person my mom would want in our house, especially when both of us should be on our way to school.
"What's going on?" I asked, staring blankly at the pair as I waited for an explanation.
"Becky, I'm so sorry! We had to sell you to Nyfe to pay off our debt to the mob." My mom said, her expression was solemn and portrayed no emotion, but I could see the tears welling up in her chocolate brown orbs.
There was a lot of illegal stuff in the sentence she'd just said, but I wasn't too concerned. Had my parents made some sort of shady deal with the mafia months, possibly years ago? Had our entire family been in danger since that deal was been made? Could any of us ever be truly safe again? Those were all very rational questions to ask at the moment, however none of them even crossed my mind. In the world of Wattpad stories, this was par for the course. At least a quarter of the girls in my class had been shipped off by their families to live with mysterious bad boy billionaires, I was honestly starting to feel a bit left out.
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falling in love with the hot bad boy, but he's also a billionaire and a werewolf
RomanceIt's 2am and I have a dentist appointment AND a math test tomorrow, please send help.