Alina Loves To Be Bad Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alina slapped him right in front of everyone, insulting him in front of his whole team. This is why I am worried. Knowing Shane, he won't take it lightly, because he is a f*cking leader and has a reputation to keep. But it's not Alina's fault, her anger took control over her, because of the situation she was in. In fact, who wouldn't slap the person that kidnapped her? Only if you have a death wish though. But of course, Alina doesn't care about anything as she is the most dangerous living thing herself. Even though she is not a killer, she definitely behaves like one.

deliciously dangerous, I want to have sex Alina! Get in girl.

She stood before one of her bolder works, her hands moving as she explained it to Zara. “This one… she’s me,” Alina said, tapping the image of the bound, blindfolded woman. “Not literally, but—” she bit her lip, laughing shyly, “—it’s what I crave. What I can’t have. What’s… become an obsession.” Zara cackled, throwing her head back. “Girl, you’re insane!” They both doubled over, laughter spilling out, so unguarded it was almost intimate. But Alejandro didn’t laugh. He leaned closer to the screen, his thumb brushing the edge as if he could touch her through the glass.

"Because?" Her gaze shifted to Kelvin, who had balled his fist in anger. "That’s a funny joke," Alina said, her smile never faltering. She turned to Jennifer, narrowing her eyes. "You can have him. You’re both exactly where you belong—trash." She smiled wider. "You..." Jennifer began, but Alina didn’t let her finish. She took a sip from her wine and turned to face Kelvin. "Oh! I forgot to tell you," she said, her tone sweet. "I wasn’t that faithful either."

I hate this. I am Alina. I don’t have a last name. My mommy family doesn’t want me to have their surname and I hate saying my father's last name as well. I felt love from my mommy, that love of her was so warm and so pure. I wanted to experience that love again so I kept my heart open… Until I reached a point where my heart was broken to a point I couldn’t fix it anymore. I met a boy with a kind smile and love for me but… I pushed him away. I lost him. I lost my mommy. It hurts so much. I am so lonely.

"Don't f*cking try to act like you're the victim here. Do you believe me if I say that I'm going to tear you this little pretentious b*tch into pieces?" Silvia hated girls like Alina the most. Alina was the type of girl who would pretend to be pure and innocent but in fact, was manipulative and calculative. Compared to a scheming girl like Alina, a straightforward woman like Audrey was much lovelier. Therefore, this is why Silvia could be friends with Audrey, who wanted to seduce Jayden and even insulted her for being shameless. As for Alina, she was someone Silvia could never be friends with.

She's worried sick you're drunk driving again. If he's not driving back here, he's probably in some hotel room, alone and brooding, drenching his organs in his favorite booze. He can be stubborn like that. But he's gonna get through the heartache. I'll give it a few days. A week tops. “Shit.” Alina shakes her head weakly and forces a smile. It just looks sad and full of pain. “I'm so fucking stupid. Ugh! I hate myself.”

Her lips part so slow that I can hear her breath. "BITCH!" Alina spits out the words. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I wince at her words. Her voice is hurtful—even if she attacked me and tried to strangle me, I'm still having trouble not to like her. There was a time I hoped Hayley, Alina, and I could become best friends. But now it's clear as sky that it won't happen. Alina isn't giving me rest from her burning eyes. She is hissing like a cat and focusing her wrath on me. "SHE TRIED TO KILL ME!"

How do you see her? I had to think for a second. Alina wasn’t exactly someone I knew well. We’d crossed paths a few times, but she was always surrounded by people, a small parade of admirers following her like moths drawn to a lantern. I leaned back in my chair and said with a casual shrug, “She seems like one of those girls who loves the spotlight—all color and sparkle, but not much substance. She strikes me as immature, maybe too caught up in those drama-filled idol shows. She is always playing games, especially with other girls.

“You think you’re untouchable, Bianca, but you’re just another pawn in this game, whether you realize it or not. And don’t think I haven’t heard about your so-called plan. It’s laughable that you think it will work.” The smugness drained from Bianca’s face, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. Alina’s confidence, the way she seemed to know every detail of their scheme, unnerved her. Before Bianca could respond, Alina turned on her heel and strode toward the door. Pausing in the doorway, Alina cast one last glance over her shoulder. “Good luck with your little scheme,” she said with a mocking smile. “Let’s see if it comes to pass, or if you two just end up embarrassing yourselves.”