The Badass
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" who are you, " he asked after witnessing what had just happened. I did the only thing a secret streetfighter that just single-handedly fought off 12 men from our enemy gang would do, I punched him in the face which caused him pass out then obviously call one of my men to clean up the 12 men and bring this lunatic to our gang house.
-Let's just say something like this is not out of the ordinary in my life.
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Outlaw
"You care about only yourself and no one else!" I screamed the cold air piercing my lungs. "That's a lie" he mumbled his body tensing "Name one person you care for other then yourself" I challenged. My question was answered by the crash of his lips against mine. The worst part was something inside told me it was genuine.Concluída
Moving In
Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."Concluída
Drunk And Doughnuts
"I don't think you know who you're fucking with." He said simply not dropping the gun as the veins stuck out from below the skin of his bare arm. "I've killed people before." He laughed under his breath "I've killed lots of people before, what makes you think that I wouldn't kill you right now." "I think that if you actually wanted me dead, you would have killed me a long time ago." I replied without thinking. "You don't scare me." I lied "I know guys like you, they pretend to be all tough but deep down they're actually soft and mushy, like a little marshmallow" my words came out like vomit. What am I saying, he has a gun he could kill me, I really shouldn't be testing him but I couldn't help myself, I always knew my smart ass mouth would get me killed one day. God, today is that day. "I know girls like you." He started as he completely brushed off my insult "They get drunk at parties, and listen to the lies some fuck boy tells just to get pussy, you girls then believe those lies and jump on top of his dick like it the only one in the world, said fuck boy then pulls up his zipper and goes out to find Amanda the girl he's in love with, leaving you to wonder the streets drunk and used until you find yourself in a doughnut shop alone, incapable of standing on your own two feet." He half smiled "So what did he tell you? Lemme guess, he loved you, Right? That's the famous one." He shrugged, still holding the gun. My heart filled with hurt as I stood before him, I felt a lump in my throat as tears began to glisten up my bright hazel eyes but I quickly pushed it down. I was hurt by his words not because it was entirely true but because parts of it were. ****** •Language.Concluída
Standing Up To Mr. Bad Boy ✔️
I walked down the hallway, I shoved through the people. I bumped into one and he growled "Watch where you're going!" "Watch where I'm going?" I laughed "You're the one who walked into me! So watch yourself buddy!" His eyes darkened "What'd you say?" The other guy put his hand on his shoulder "Dude calm" He glared at the guy and he removed his hand. He looked back at me "Well?" "What? You're being an ass! Wait let me guess, you're one of those guys who fuck their way through high school. And let me another guess, you and your friends go around thinking you own this school, well you don't! So don't tell me to watch it if you weren't watching where you were going! I'm sorry if I offended but you should really keep your trap shut. I don't care who shit in your Froot Loops this morning. Don't take it out on me! I think it's time to take your head out of your ass before I kick you where the sun don't shine!" I yelled He stared at me. Good he's speechless. With that I turned around and my hair whipped him in the face. I walked to English and sat down. I smiled at myself then class began.Concluída
It Wasn't Love ✔️
"Fuck." He whispers into my neck, sending a thrill of excitement through my body. His lips still smothered kisses over my neck and his hands roamed my body, starting at my chest, going down to my stomach. Caressing my soft skin, his thumb trailed circles on my groin before slightly slipping into the waistband of my jeans. My breath catches in my throat as I pull at the hoodie that covered his chiselled body. Understanding, Jacob pulls it off in one swift movement before attaching his lips back on my neck. Sucking and biting it before flicking his tongue over the sore spot. A quiet moan leaves my mouth and I clasp my hand over it, denying any noise to escape. "You drive me fucking crazy, Aria." ---------------------------- Aria Bailey finds it hard to fit in. Her parents are always busy and never have time for her. She lives alone at her family home and has top grades in all of her classes. But being a 17 year old friendless nerd comes with its disadvantages. The bullying gets worse every single day, driving her to self harm and suicidal thoughts. Aria learns more about popular boy, Jacob Rickson and starts developing feelings for the well known 18 year old. Jacob helps her come out of her shell and learn to be more comfortable and confident. Aria has to make a tough decision by choosing if she would rather be with Jacob and be bullied by her mind for eternity, or to leave and be left alone, exactly how she wants to be. -Strangers to lovers -Right person, wrong timeConcluída
The Street Fighter *Original Version*
BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.Concluída
Fighter girl
I'm a fighter, I fight for the the things I want, I fight for the little family I have, I fight for everything I believe in, but most of all I fight for myself. I fight on the streets where it's not safe, I fight there because I feel free and I can do what I want there. I live for the streets. The only problem is I can't be myself all the time, at school I can't be the scary girl that beats up men for fun, no I have to be a low life, a loner, I can't have friends not that I want them. I just can't look like me, I can't act like me, I just can't be me but I know it's for the best. My name is Blake Ellie Smith, I may seem like a harmless school girl but that's just my disguise, a straight A student with no friends. Mason Hunter, schools bad boy and full of secrets, secrets he hasn't told anyone. Including the secret of him being a street fighter, one of the best. He made a discussion to wear a disguise at the rings instead of at school. He was the bad boy at school and he didn't want to change that. What happens when the two best fighters cross paths. It might not end very well. lightly edited. I'm terrible at descriptions, please have a look at my book. ThanksConcluída
the Nerd is a Badass?
Well everyone has their secrets. Mine is that I'm part of a gang. I'm also not know to anyone in this gang. Confused? I would be too. I'll explain but you mustn't tell anyone. It is for me to know and everyone else to find out.Concluída
Run, Fight, Repeat
" I lunge forward at him hitting his groin with my knee then right between the eyes. As soon as I do, he crashes to the ground, out cold. I go for more, but a pair of arms snatch my waist lifting me up. I kick my legs and flail my arms to get closer but he is too strong. "Let go of me!" I demand. "Shut up." A low strong voice commands."Is he okay?" "He is fine." I grunt. Then the young adult wakes up, then scurries back away from me. "Sorry ma'- miss... " he says, making me angry again. I give him a cold stare. "I'm sorry." He repeats, standing to his feet. "Put. Me. Down." I demand again. With a huff he puts me down. I step forward with full intentions to punch him again but the man behind me takes my arm, holding me back. I jerk forward to get off his grip but he takes my other arm tightly. "Alright! I'm done! I'm done!" I huff in defeat. " This story follows Astrid, a 26 year old female who ran away from home 10 years ago. The only reason she has come back was to get away from the hole she dug her self into. She is running away from her problems again. Life before she ran away wasn't as nice as the public saw it- the sherif's family, happy, and loving. Behind the doors it was orders being barked left and right with no warning or break. Not wanted to deal with this anymore, Astrid ran. On her voyage out, she ran into some trouble that seemed all fine until it wasn't. She comes back home and everything is all fine and dandy until, "Unknown: You thought you could hide forever? I found you, and I can find your friend, Nicole. If you want her safe, you'll be at the ring in an hour." Since Astrid's leave, the town suddenly had a motorcycle gang that hangs around, not realling doing anything in particular, but the sherif doesn't trust them much. Damon being the head of the gang, keeps everything they do quiet. When these two meet up there is obious tention and immediate hatred. ***EDITING TWs: Controling dad, violence, abuseConcluída
Mr.Bad boy
I woke up with the biggest hangover ever. I felt something heavy over my chest, so I looked down. Sure enough, it was him. Trey Parker. School bad boy, rebel, player, minipulater. I screamed loudly, making him wake up and fall on the ground. "What the hell!" he yelled. At this point, I remembered absolutely nothing from last night, especially where i was, so I was screwed. "Oh, no, no, no, no! Please don't tell me I slept with you!" I yelled. He looked confused, but that lasted only a second. He put on his smirk that made any girl weak in the knees, and said those deadly words, "what, you don't remember last night, baby?" I guess it's true, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.Concluída
"You care about only yourself and no one else!" I screamed the cold air piercing my lungs. "That's a lie" he mumbled his body tensing "Name one person you care for other then yourself" I challenged. My question was answered by the crash of his lips against mine. The worst part was something inside told me it was genuine.
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