All Chapters of The Secrets of the Bad Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bienvenidos a Westside Institute, una de las escuelas más caras del mundo y famosa por haber formado a monarcas, empresarios y grandes personalidades, donde las cosas son lo que piensas y todo resulta ser lo que parece.El campus de nuestro Instituto se extiende sobre un terreno de 30 hectáreas donde los árboles rodean las casas de huéspedes y los campos deportivos. Las suites son individuales o dobles según su edad y los estudiantes pueden decorarlas a su gusto para trabajar y relajarse mejor.Contamos con biblioteca, amplias aulas, laboratorios científicos, sala de informática, piscina y mucho más. Ah, y también bóvedas donde pasan cosas que… no veo la necesidad de decírtelo.Además, el centro cuenta con un campus de invierno donde los estudiantes viajan entre enero y marzo. La escuela tiene sus propios chalés, lo que permite a estudiantes y profesores vivir y trabajar allí.También disponemos de actividades extraescolares como las deportivas, cuenta con instalaciones para la prácti

What do hit men do with a problem, they annihilate it.What am I going to do to get out of this alive? No fucking idea.Will it be too late to pray?"Stop saying nonsense and go check it out." I bellow annoyed."I'd better hire Scooby-doo," Edrien joked, "relax, the noise could have come from anywhere. But for you to be calm, I will check the place.""You better, see you." His shadow moved away and I saw my opportunity to see who it was, and I also had to get out of here. I took a book and ran fast asking my sandals for discipline so as not to have a second slip.Leaving the drama section I sit at the table closest to me, open the book and pretend to read, after a few slow seconds; a boy comes out of the gothic narrative section, I wouldn't look, it would be very suspicious to do so, but when he passed by I knew who he was.Eliecer, his brother.What trouble has he gotten himself into?Not in a problem… He had committed a crime.And Edrien knows it…he was helping him.Who was the victi

Peter was too nosy, but I have a knack for crafting believable lies on my behalf.“Personal reasons” he didn't blink, “very personal, Peter.”“You tell me or I won’t be able to access your account.” she blackmailed her.“You are not involved.”Don't bother anymore.“I'm going to violate your privacy, believe me, I'm already deep into this.”I snorted, “I mistakenly sent a very embarrassing message. I need to delete it before I read it.”“A nude?” he asked, smiling amusedly and raising his eyebrows.I denied until my neck hurt.“No, love letter to the wrong email.”"Gross."“Peter, about yours, okay? Look, if he reads…” I cover my face, “I don't even want to imagine.”"Okay."I knew he was smart.He entered the email, typed countless times, opened and closed operating systems, and after about fifteen minutes we had accessed his account.“You are such a genius!”“Let's go to your Gmail.”Oh no, not that.“I do it,” I snatched the laptop from him, earning his doubtful look, “it's a very

“Good morning, guys.” I greeted arriving at the Institute, taking a breath after having exercised my legs by pedaling and my lungs breathing heavily. “Hey, Rose, what's new.” Abby replied, smiling widely. “The usual,” I shrugged, “Hello to you too, Gus.” Gus looked up at me, his attention on his phone, “I love you.” I smiled at his tender and sudden stroke of affection, “That's why I'm taking you to the bakery.” “Only if there will be tomato cookies.” "Count on that." “And let the tiger eat me.” Abby complained. "You can come if you want." “I wish I could, I have three jobs due tomorrow.” “Harsh reality of students.” Gus commented jokingly. “Don't make fun, it'll be better than eating those weird cookies.” She crossed her arms honorably. Unlike Gus, Abby didn't fancy my culinary creation. "You do not know what you're missing." “Well, speaking of lost, I'm leaving, my class started three minutes ago, see you at lunch.” “Wow, Abby.” “Be patient with the Lord. “Stuart.” hi

Of all the things Abby could say to survive them, she chose to say the least appropriate:“She's to blame.” She was scared, she pointed at me, blaming me for being very stupid.I glared at her, angry at her action, “Thank you, you are very supportive.”"Get out of here." The boy murmured from the door frame, he couldn't see his face well. Who was he?“Won't they hurt us or kidnap us?”I lowered my eyelids at the nonsense coming out of Watson's mouth.“Get out of here as soon as possible and save us, please.” one of them begged pleadingly and I opened her eyes looking at him perplexed.“Save them from them?”“Run as fast as you can.” he advised us, sweating with fear.“Did they kill Aly?” Abby asked, approaching him, her pupils flickering with curiosity.The boy nodded, looking down."One of them is. But it is not known who himself.”I nodded, feeling the moisture on my palms.“Let's go, Abby, before they catch us.”Abby looked at me out of the corner of her eye and nodded, heading tow