Bad Batch Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Dude, you actually did it. She’s completely in love with you. The way she looks at you now? Santorini is going to be legendary.” My steps faltered. Tyler’s voice followed. “Bet she gave it up too, huh? The scholarship girl falling hard for the bad boy. Classic.” My stomach twisted violently. I pressed myself against the wet glass wall, hidden by the vines. Then Aiden’s voice, angry. “Shut up about the bet. It’s not like that anymore. I’m done with it. I’m in love with her. I’m calling it off.” But I didn’t stay to hear the rest.

She had failed a paper, thinking it was one of the scholarship kids, but unknown to her, it was Lucien's. Not even twenty-four hours later, she had been blacklisted, fired, and cast out of the school and any reasonable job in the country, and all of Europe. He leaned down, breath brushing my cheek. “Fake date me, scholarship girl. You want to make him jealous. I want to ruin her. You hate them both. I hate being bored.” My hands tightened around my books. “You’re insane.” He grinned, slow and wicked. “Takes one to know one.”

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero

Cassie and I were best friends when I arrived, she was nice and sweet, unlike this monster Natasha has turned her into. Natasha Banks. God saying her name alone makes me wanna hurl. My hatred for this girl surpasses that of this fucking school. You know how every school has a bitchy girl that picks on the weak, nerdy type..well this is her. But I ain't a weak or nerdy type so she's in for a hell of surprise. I smirk, standing up and dusting myself off. "Really Natasha, that's all you could do? Here let me show you how it's done". I shove her HARD, she trips on her heels and topples to the ground along with her so called bimbos.

but who doesn't like some type of bad boy *Wink* if yall have any favorite Genres just hit me up let me know after all I aim to please you guys we'll I guess that's all for now readers I've taken up enough of your time as it is time for me to get back to writing I love you all remember that. with love ❤️ Bj

] _______Author's Note________ Hi Readers, How have you been? Do you like the progress of the story? Can you guess who is the magnolia killer? Check out my other novel that is here on goodnovel.com The Villainous Emperor is My Pet? This novel is a lot different from this novel. It belongs to multiple genres: supernatural, paranormal, romance, mystery with mature content.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

Austin frowned as he reached for my work ID, but before he could glance at it, Isla snatched it away and ripped it to shreds. "What are you doing?!" I snapped. She flung the fragments in my face with a sneer. "Still trying to fool Austin with a fake ID? Don't bother. I saw through your little trick long ago." Her laughter rang sharp and cruel. "Look at you. The best you could manage is selling yourself to some decrepit old man. Though I doubt anyone would even want you."

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

So I didn't go in detail about Alex's state of mind and stuff, because: 1) I wanted to stay focused on my main characters and 2) Alex is going to have his own story sometime in the future (idk when lol) Called 'I Hit The Bad-boy With My Car'. Lol yep so this will go in more details about Alex's past trauma, his relationship with his mom and real dad (yikes. motherf***ker) and of course, his own love interest. It will be lit haha I cant wait. So here's the part ya'll dont wanna hear (dwl)