Bad Batch Patch Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Helen. I don’t know what to say or how to handle this. I’m just so… angry. Gavin lied to me for so long, and now it’s affecting everything. I don’t know what to think anymore.” Helen’s eyes softened with understanding. “I know you’re hurting. But don't you think running away from it is the worst decision right now, it's not going to help. You can’t shut down or push Gavin out forever. You need to talk to him, Iris. Face this together. You both need to find a way to fix this… curse, or whatever it is.” I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words. She was right, of course. Avoiding Gavin wasn’t the solution, but every time I thought about seeing him, the bet

"To Ella. Something genuinely hurtful, born from exhaustion and frustration rather than any actual, considered belief." Aldric's expression carried careful, evident understanding, though he offered no immediate, easy reassurance. "Relationships built under this kind of sustained, exhausting pressure often reveal exactly the kind of raw, difficult moments neither party would otherwise choose to express," he said finally. "The genuine question becomes whether you're able to properly repair the damage, rather than simply hoping it resolves itself without further, deliberate attention." I understood the wisdom in his careful observation, though genuinely translating that wisdom into concrete, ef

My grades at school are outstanding, being great at sports, but never played due to the bruise on my body. Anyway, my next class is Ap physics with Mr. Daniels, he's strict and he hates students that are late unless you have a pass from your last teacher stating why you are late for his class. ( Mr.Daniels) alright, kids today we have a new student named Lucas Santiago he's just transferring here from New York. Alright, Mr. Santiago please take a seat next to Ms. Sinclair, please. Now that the introduction is over let's begin to review what we learned from last week, cause there will be 79 question tests on Friday, so take notes and pay attention.

. We remain silent, a very awkward silence. Are I supposed to talk? If so, I won't do it, don't judge me that I don't know what to say. I am bad on these issues, sentimentality is not my thing. Entonces Then ... rompe Break the silence 一 When are you leaving? 一 Question. His tone is serious. I am very surprised by his mood change. 一 In a month. My answer came out almost the second after your question. He throws me a look at ... reproach? But then look away. I take a deep breath and take out all the air indignant. Since when did I become someone who gives explanations to others? Ah, yes, since my "crush" said he liked it. How things happen, right? A month ago I did not cross a word with him,

His smile made her heart race, turning her head away, she nodding childishly, “Mhm…” Humming, they both didn’t talk further, continuing their path. “Are you okay now, Tabit?” Cassandra asked, scanning Tabit who was having difficulty in walking but she forced herself to walk, not wanting to display weakness. “Somehow… Argh, my limb. Curse that fucking dragon.” She growled, pressing her hand harder on her wound, gritting her teeth. She resented getting injured and the pain was enraging her. “You sure are infuriated.” Cassandra giggled, arching a brow in amusement. Tabit rarely shows emotions and feeling her like this made her laugh.

she added. "what do you mean, what news?" I asked hesitantly. "how bad?" "well..." she hesitated "well what?" "it is bad, very bad. but nothing you can't handle" she said with a fake smile, trying to cheer me up I rushed to my phone and logged in and the news was already everywhere. the comments and the criticism. to my surprise, after what had happened to me, the public was not on my side, I couldn't understand it until I saw a press release from my company, all my employees and board members testified against me that made people question my working etiquettes.

Rejection did that to a wolf. He wasn’t an alpha. He had never held rank or authority over me. But when he stood in front of the pack and rejected the bond, no one stopped him. No one corrected him. The Alpha had watched in silence, and that silence had been louder than any declaration. After that, my world shrank. I moved back into my mother’s home. Lost my standing. Lost the certainty that had once come with belonging. A rejected mate was expected to endure quietly, to heal privately, to accept what had been taken and move on. I had tried. Gods knew I had tried. The healer, Mara, entered the room without ceremony, a tablet tucked beneath her arm. She had delivered most of the pack and stit

said Samara sadly. Shawn took a deep breath, then sighed slowly. He let go of Samara, but only to wipe the tears from his sister's face. "500 million," Shawn said quietly. Shawn looked at Samara's sad face, which still looked cute even when she was crying. His sister is still too young to be burdened with this heavy problem. She's too sweet to be destructed that easily. And even though Samara may be damaged by now, Shawn had a responsibility to keep Samara from getting more damaged than this. So, Shawn finally said, "You leave this dirty job by now, and they get that 500 million in this week."

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

Malakai laid out scenarios for her. “My stitches won't open so easily.” She said and dodged the question. “What if they did? Or, what if the person with the knife successfully stabs you, very close to the wound you already have, that creates a deep gash, your stitches open and you're losing twice as much blood. And you're so weak you can reach for your phone.” Malakai said with a stone cold face making Eden glare at him. “You’re an ass, you know that.” Eden said and with one final glare, left the office. “You’ll thank me later.” he shouted after her.