The Time I Met My Badboy

The Time I Met My Badboy

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*PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS BOOK SERIOUSLY, THIS IS JUST PRACTICE. I HAVE A NEW BOOK THAT WILL BE WAY BETTER THAN THIS* MATURE CONTENT • • We ended up laughing, what we were laughing at, I don't know. We stopped laughing at eachother and was just staring at eachother. He was laying down and I was sitting up. I felt my self moving closer to him, he sat up and got on top of me. He leaned in for a kiss and I was kissing him back. His breath was warm, it was soothing. Sending chills down my spine. He started to make trials of kisses down my neck. A moan escaped from my lips. Am I in heaven? What's happening? "Do you think your falling for your badboy yet?" *BEEEEEEPPPPPP* Read the book to find out the rest. It's badboy time. ps. I'm editing because I was young when I wrote this.
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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