The Badboy Effect

The Badboy Effect

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He radiates mystery and danger, from the soles of his worn leather combat boots, to the tips of his dark radiator sunglasses. His lengthy trail of criminal activity only adds to his wicked allure and.... his irresistible charm. The authorities hate him, men envy him, and women swoon at the mere mention of him. But just who is this mystery man? He's known as "The Badboy", and the effect he has on others, males and females alike, is often inescapable. The swooning is first, then comes the wobbly knees, the inability to speak (normally), fainting, fangirling and even the occasional stalker or two. All of these ailments can be classified as "The Badboy effect", a condition that can be fatal. So far, Badboy Ethan Daggard has yet to encounter anyone who could resist him. He glided through life with ease, never failing to get any girl he wanted. That is, until he meets Calla Waldsmith. A girl who reacts with indifference instead of infatuation to his infamous bad boy charm. When Ethan begins to pursue Calla will she fall under his spell and become another nameless conquest, or will she be the one casting a spell on him...?
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Highest rank #27 in Teen Fiction. Written by @apricitys. _ _ _ "What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine. I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips. "You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target. Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering. I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off. He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face. "Aubrey." _ _ _ Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?

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