And When She Was Bad Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe everyone is pointing fingers at me for exposing a bad person.” Amber didn’t flinch. “Him being a bad person isn’t the issue. You were excited, Jace. Excited to tear them apart. Excited to make Zara see Noah as the villain.” “Well, he is a bad guy.” I answered, unrepentant. “You don’t even have real evidence,” she shot back. “You don’t know the full story.” “What other story do I need?” I exploded, frustration boiling over. “God, what the hell is wrong with all of you? Why are you all acting like I’m the bad person here?”

My blood turned to ice. My precious daughter was kneeling before two beasts. A tidal wave of guilt crashed over me. Without me by her side for so many years, she'd endured so much suffering.

He was toxic, a poison for which there was no known antidote. He was not a bad boy. He was a bad guy. A villain. She reminded herself this before she looked up. “Why do you wander around like a free-range chicken? Whose dick do you have to suck to get all this freedom?” She was surprised by her own audacity. But the words were already hanging in the air.

A tear dropped as she blinked her eyelid. “You are not!” he countered. “Come, let’s have a seat.” He dragged her to a chair and forced her to sit. “Now, talk to me!” He squatted in front of her. “I’m a bad person, Ore… I’m bad!” The tears now flowed freely down her cheeks and she didn’t do anything to stop them. She just let them. “You are not a bad person. The Funmi I know is good. Come on! You’ve always been good.” He shrugged. “No one would say otherwise.”

She leaned onto my desk to whisper. “Is she that bad? But she seemed nice in the magazine and some scenes that I watched on television back then when she was younger like me,” I mumbled. “Oh heavens no, she was very good at acting, but the only thing she couldn't hide from us is her rude attitude,” Ms. Rally disappointedly sighed. “Even though a lot of men were after her, most of them don't have any good intentions, plus she does not have any other girls who are her friends,” She added.

She is adorable when she blushes. ***

she barked. Other times, she would get really annoyed when no one answered her questions. She just couldn’t punish us all. She was such an unpredictable and complicated person; no one could tell what she was thinking or how she would react to things. She could be good, happy, and laughing one minute, and the next, barking and yelling at us. She was a lot to handle, and I never wanted to fall into her trap. “I am talking to you all!” she shouted. We stopped working and turned to her immediately. I hung my head and stood at the back because the one person she picked would be the one to suffer for everything.

Elizabeth paused for two seconds, then said in a colder tone, "Even if I can only stay with him for a few days, or even a few hours and a few seconds, I won't give up on my own initiative!" Perhaps her mind was very evil and she was a bad woman, this was her real thought. After good people's limits were challenged, they became bad people. Who would be willing to be a bad person and bear the blame? But she... She didn't care. Even if others said that she was vicious, it didn't matter.

As she licked her lips and observed him with unsure eyes, Brandon watched the frightened little girl within, the one he hadn't seen in a long time, make an appearance and shy away. "I'm tired," she let out. "Of bad things happening even with the good. Of all this. Even when things are good, I have to suffer. I have to be in pain. I have to endure and smile because they aren't as bad as the bad times. Why do bad things always have to happen to me, though? I can't stay here. The memories... Brandon, I can't." "I'm sorry." Her eyes took on the look of confusion. She frowned. "For what?"

I murmur, teasing, deliberate. “Taking care of everyone. Waiting for me.” She laughs nervously, adorable and unguarded. “You’re so bad.” she says flustered. I smirk.. "Oh babygirl you don't know the half of it. When I am good, I am very good. But when I am bad, I am even better." I say to her raspy and deep. I hear a small moan and then a gasp. That sound stokes the throbbing in my pants even more.