And When She Was Bad Novels & Stories

She turned and looked at me. “I'm sorry” she whispered “I thought you were asleep.” “i’m so sorry for being a bitch.” “cursing doesn’t look good on you” “thank you for the therapist. Thank you for everything.” I smiled. “you are not as bad as they say. You know.” I tilted my head. “huh, how bad??” “well, mafia and tough goes together perfectly.” “I could be worse” “how worse??” Shit, she doing that thing again with her eyes.

Again. She’d almost gotten herself into trouble last night. Again. All because of her stubbornness. She rinsed her mouth, splashed water on her face, and shook her head, disgusted at herself. “Goodness, what am I even doing with my life? I can’t remember anything after what happened… it’s just blank.” She muttered, stripping out of her clothes. A walking disaster—that’s what she was. Trouble magnet. Accident-prone. Why did misfortune cling to her like this? Why did everything bad always land on her?

It was clear she was too embarrassed to admit everything. “Bambi and Zeke?” I sighed. “That is not very surprising. I tried to tell you he was bad news, but I guess he was really manipulative and you were really angry at me so…” I trailed off before adding, “Bambi has never been a good person anyway.” She nodded, still looking away, too embarrassed to meet my eyes. It wasn’t her fault. Anyone in her place would have fallen for their tricks. That’s how manipulative they were.

he assured. I’m aren’t any good girl Tho, I’m a bad girl doing bad stuff, I have been drained, dried, and heartbroken and have seen myself substituted into doing a lot with both gays, old men, boys, girls, and women just to get some dollars to pay up some bills

“Past relationship?” She sighed. “Yeah, it wasn’t a good one. He was controlling, manipulative… I barely recognized myself by the time I got out.” I exhaled slowly. “I know exactly how that feels.” She nodded knowingly. “Seems like we both had bad experiences with men.” I scoffed. “Understatement of the century.” She chuckled. “Yup. Totally dickheads.” Then she gave me a pointed look. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t give another man a chance.”

Because you let that omega destroy everything your father and I built, " Sandra said, her voice rising. "Everything we worked for, everything we sacrificed for. " I scoffed. "If anyone's destroying anything, it's you. " "If I hated you so much, " her voice breaking slightly, "I would have just killed you when you became a monster, but I didn't and yet I'm still the bad person. " "You're not a bad person, " I said, opening my eyes to look at her. "You're just a bad mother.

She better start praying that he doesn’t snap her neck here for her bad mouth. “Why do you always bring bad luck, huh? Or are you a closure to a bad day?” That was how it was that day too. The day he first met her. He was also in a bad mood that day. A really bad mood and that was when he first saw her. Today also, he was in a bad mood and now, she happened. Just look at his shoe now. “It’s not my fault that you were walking right behind me.” Really, now? “It’s not your fault. Don’t forget that you were waving while looking at this place like a church rat brought from the gutter.”

-Please get out of here, I mean it," she grabbed her hair to such an extent that her hair was disheveled, "damn it, but I'm starting to hate my life, I'm starting to hate everyone-her tears kept falling, it was obvious how bad she was having a bad time.

she is unable to control her feelings. Ryan was looking at her intensely..."so what u think...ur badluck is changing " Sana teased him....Ryan came in his senses and was just smiling " letter "A" is not that bad...but still how my badluck is getting so good...there must be something fishy..because from my childhood till now this letter never proved good to me ..then how now ??" He asked himself raising eyebrows...Sana hit him playfully " u really thinking too much ryan.." she rolled her eyes...Ryan moved his eye to Ava but he saw she was not there..

In his eyes, every woman was dispensable, but why wasn't she the same? He stared at the way her long hair swayed as she walked away from him. He slowly started to walk towards her, but stopped again in his tracks when she spoke again, her voice heavy with sadness. “I'm not a good woman. In fact, I'm a terrible horrible woman. It wasn't just an evil thought. I've done things that are beyond what you could ever imagine. I have used people and betrayed them. I have blood on my hand, blood that will never go away. I-I’m not a good person at all.” she suddenly turned around, this time, she was no longer docile. Even though she sounded emotional like she was on the verge of tears, her eyes were fi