Bad Behavior Novel Novels & Stories

Ours was a perfect combination of a good boy and a bad boy. being with him, I didn’t have to feel awkward with a new person. Mike was a sociable person and I was not really feeling that good with the thought of mingling with new people in my current state. actually, I didn’t want any. I was always like this from the very beginning. Having a lot of friends was like giving an invitation to a whole lot of troubles and I never wanted any. All I wished was to adjust in the new environment with the help of Mike. But who knew life would never go easy on me......

Then he sighed. Leaning forward, he rested his arms on the table. He gave her his most serious gaze, and his voice did that sexy rumble when he spoke. “Honestly, I think most books like that are silly and a bit cringe, Liv. I feel that way about a lot of self help books,”

Caleb and Phillip exchanged glances watching the third boy seating opposite them scroll through his phone without saying another word. Nathaniel was averse to humans,he would develop rashes on his arms and on his legs if he got close to people. It was one of the many reasons why people were forbidden into his space but the main reason was that he absolutely hated having strangers and unfamiliar people in his space. “Kelvin is throwing a party, y’all gonna show up?” Caleb asked, breaking the delicate silence.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Every thought we sent in came back with a distorted echo, every memory turned into a weapon against us. I gritted my teeth. “Ignore it. Focus on the center. Feed it contradictions.” Jax mirrored me, a golden flare spiraling into the amber. “We’ve got it. Keep it unstable!” The hybrid twisted, trying to counter our mental assault. Its aggressive twin was gone, fragmented from earlier, but the strategic one was far more dangerous—it was adapting with terrifying speed. Every time we tried to anticipate its moves, it adjusted. I felt a pang of fear. “Jax… it’s learning faster. Faster than we can counter.”

Shawn said, trying to wake Adam up. Instead of waking up, Adam laughed. Next, he patted Shawn's cheek instead. "Out all of the people, Shawn, I never thought you would be the most innocent," Adam said, and when he saw Shawn's expression harden, Adam quickly added, "Not this way. I told someone to sabotage my father's room and record his lewd actions with that bitch! And...." Adam spread his arms, looked up, and laughed as he said, "I'm going to spread it all over the world."

After he left earlier, she had a case of PTSD, but she's better now after getting some treatment during the years. Apparently, I didn't have a choice because mum thought I needed a change of environment, and new friends because my old ones were bad influences and I didn't have a say in it. She didn't come with me then because we didn't have enough money for two, but she said she'll be coming soon. So far I've hated it here since I started, everyone is in stupid "squads" as they call it, and they don't mind their fucking business. I see a few people look my way but I glare telling them to take a hike. I reach my locker put my pin and open taking out my journal and heading to class.

There are too many grey areas and most times, we are stuck in them. Sooo, be kinder with your judgment about my characters and the people around you. PS: This is not taking away from what Gracie said: Going through bad stuff doesn’t give you the right to be mean to others. Ben represents all the males that have been sexually assaulted and could never speak up. Gracie represents the females (all of us) with our insecurities. It’s okay to be a crybaby sometimes. Thank you for reading, for sticking with me through the chapters scarcity and inconsistencies and grammar errors. Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories.

“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” Calvin leaned against the pillow, patting the edge of the bed. “Sit down first. Stay with me and read for a while.” What the hell was he reading? Did he even have time for that? Adriana looked at the cover. It was an English edition of And Then There Were None. Was he afraid his dreams wouldn’t be scary enough? “Reading such a mind-bending book before bed will disturb your sleep and give you nightmares.” Calvin had casually pulled the book off the shelf, only to find it was a British detective novel. But he didn’t feel like looking for another one, so he simply started reading. “Compared to insomnia, having nightmares is actually a good thing.”