All This Bad Blood Bastille Vinyl Novels & Stories

She cried. Milena raced into the bedroom and stopped short, seeing blood stains on the vanity. She looked down and met the shock of her life, almighty Rosetta crying like a new born babe. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Milena pulled the duvet up to her friend's chin. "You're pathetic." "I know." Rosetta muttered, staring into space. "You should have kissed him and make him profess his undying love for you and then you break dumb Domenico's fragile heart to pieces like Leo said."

But for now, all he wanted was to destroy Bastien from the very depths of his soul. —The best revenges take time and patience, Bastien De Filippi. I will make her hate you and love me. And when I’m tired of playing with her body, I’ll do to her what you did to my sister: I’ll burn her and turn her to ashes.

“I really need to have this. We came all the way over to this store just for it.” “I’m sorry about that but I really need this too.” Travis said and he tried to walk away but Atlas cleared his throat and stepped forward . “Okay. I’ll pay you triple.” He offered. Travis seemed very irritated. “What?” He said. Atlas sighed. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars for it.” He said. Travis laughed but I could see he was displeased. “Of course, for someone like you it’s all about money, isn’t it?” He said angrilly.

Oh, that motherfucking piece of fucking shit is- My thoughts are painted red as I see Jacob Broder press his lips to the girl's. That was fucking it. This asshole had cocked-up for the last fucking time. My fists clenched as I strode across the street, not even paying attention to the traffic. All I saw was rage. Red, hot rage. "BRODER!" I shouted. This bloody, gormless, wanker had better get his shit ready for a hospital trip. Jacob flinched at the sudden sound of his name. I was on the other side of the street in seconds. He didn't even have time to fully turn around before I landed a fist to his face. The girl beside me screamed and jumped back. Jacob was thrown back against the rail.

"Be honest with me. Even though I drugged you that time, you enjoyed it, didn't you? You should be thanking me. Someone with your looks would never have had the chance to entertain over ten men in one night." After saying that, Lilyanne leaned into Jimmy's arms, his hands squeezing her bottoms. They both admired the photo as if it were a piece of fine art. The flash of the camera, a stark reminder of that horrific night at the bar, sent a tremor of fear through me. Yet, the fury that surged within me, a resilient force, gave me the strength to fight back despite the agony. As Jimmy and Lilyanne engaged in their revolting display, his foot shifted slightly. I seized the moment, lunging forwar

He didn't even raise his voice to sound harsh, “Shut up, Janice.” Miss Lia shot Janice a warning look before turning back to me. “Lyric?” I swallowed hard and stood. The walk to the front felt like trudging through wet cement. I set my painting on the easel, my heart hammering. The colors looked angrier than they had before—jagged reds slashed through deep purples, chaos barely contained on the canvas. It was a painting of a storm, a hurricane, and a tsunami all in one. Perfectly merged together to form the perfect chaos.

I turned to look at the mirror which now had a crack, probably from me leaning on it for so long, and saw that my hair was messy as was my makeup and perhaps the most jarring was the hickey on my neck. Gah! Why would Derris do something like this? I didn't even have any makeup with me to cover it up. I was actually a little joyful that he gave me a hickey but how exactly would I explain this to Max? Damn it! Anyway, after minutes of contemplation, I tried my best to use my hair to keep the love bite from sight. Love bite... (Giggles) After tidying up, I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way back to my seat in the main event hall. By then, Black Diamond was up on stage, performing their

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy writes ❤️ CHAPTER 1 ❤️ Mum do you really have to do this, Jeanne said as she made way to her mother's room, I said I'm not getting transfered. You have to, after all the troubles you made in your school, do you know what I had to go through?, do you know how much I begged those people because of your troubles?, Julia her mother yelled angrily.

“You think you can hate me and just walk away? You are mine. Whether as Luna, or mistress, or broken on the floor… you are mine.” My stomach twisted violently, my voice shook, but I forced the words out. “You disgust me. I would rather sleep in the streets than go back to you.” He bared his teeth, fury flashing in his eyes. “Oh, Lys. You have nowhere else to go or where to run to. Only me.” He rubbed his jaw in a very proud way. I yanked at his grip, my voice rising until it was raw. “I would rather beg strangers for scraps. I would rather die than crawl back to you. You are nothing but a bastard, Laurent! A selfish, cruel bastard who ruins everything he touches!”

"You okay? Did he hurt you?" "I'm fine." But she was shaking. Duke turned on Marcus. "You're done. We're getting a restraining order. You come near her again—" "I'll see her again." Marcus straightened his shirt, calm despite three angry bikers in his room. "Because Valentine and I aren't finished. Not by a long shot." "Wanna bet?" Snake moved forward. Marcus smiled. "Go ahead. Hit me. Give me ammunition for assault charges. Or better yet—" He pulled out a tablet. "I could release these."