Bad Buddy English Translation Novels & Stories

He turned off the call. I just looked at Miguel and so did he at me. "You said my wound was already hurting. I'll look for blood that needs to be fixed if it's urgent. I'm your nurse so that's my job, why do you need to call the person far away? I'll take care of you because it's my fault. If you know how to handle yourself, don't worry, for I have given you peace. speak in english

“ Nothing I’m just trying of our son keep talking about how he miss his best friend. Sometimes I wonder is he a girl or boy because he whining like a bitch” “You got enough nerve to talk about me, you pathetic bastard, unlike you at least I had someone who care for me. Jason is like a brother to me; I never expect you to understand its not like you have any friends” “ You are getting too big for your britches, don’t think you’re man because you got on your balls” “Really, don’t you have any respect? Mom and Jessika are present” “I’m only stating the facts, the way you are talking makes it seems like Jason and you had something going on. So, tell me Harlem are you a fag?”

I hadn’t realized I said it out loud until I turned to my mother and saw her looking at me in concern. “Nothing.” I say, my mood going from 100 to—who am I kidding? My entire mood has been hanging on the scale at 0 all day. “Did the sound upset you?Sorry, I’ll turn it off.” “No, it’s fine.” “Are you sure? You don’t seem fine.” She argues. “Just keep your eyes on the road mum. I can’t spend summer in a hospital bed.” She grins and does a mock salute with one hand on the wheel, “Yes, ma’am.”

chided Dominik who was eager to tease his son. Alex snorted in annoyance. Hearing his father say the word criminal made him remember Oliver's sentence saying he was a criminal who did not deserve to love Angelina. "Tsk, I'm not a criminal!" Alex snapped. "By the way, Angelina, you haven't given me an answer yet. Do you still need time to think?" said Alex who remembered he was still waiting for Angelina's answer. Angelina also looked away in embarrassment. Yes, Angelina was embarrassed to remember the incident on the rooftop earlier, when she had the wrong person and she had spoken at length to the wrong person. Until the stranger ended up cursing at her. How embarrassing!

All he was doing right now was rubbing my poor background on my face and interrogating me. "You didn't wanna see me ever again? You so badly wanted to forget the kiss? I don't think it was that horrible. You see, I've been told what a great kisser I am." My eyes harbored tears I so badly didn't want to spill. His cocky words were tugging at my pride, making me feel like trash. He seemed like the kind of bastard who fed off humiliating girls. Like those two girls who were losing their minds over him. I wasn't the kind of girl who would stay silent and watch him trample my emotions. But reacting would be worse. He's, after all, Alpha Ash Gunner. The Bad boy of the school. I should just avoid h

But do not blame me, it feels like I am in the middle of a dream that I had never imagined would come true. Atlas held me up and sat down putting me on his laps as his eyes dug directly in to mine. “Why does this seem so unreal to you? Is it because of how weird I am?” He asked me. “What? You’re not weird!” I protested. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. I have never seen him doing that before. “Yes I am!” “No, you’re not.” I insisted. Atlas sighed. “I am weird and you know it. I act like a ghost. No emotions, no expressions, I am weird.” He said.

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."

Mokunfayo Badmus: You are not their mother, You are not my mother, You're not a mother, You can never be a mother… Weeks after the altercation with both Mike and my nephew, those words they'd left in wake of their cruelty still haunted me in both my sleep, my subconscious and even my wide-eyed consciousness.

I bowed my head in embarrassment when I saw my reflection in the mirror behind Maddy. "Are you feeling okay?" I sniffed. "No... Honestly, I feel so drained. Maddy, I don't think I can continue with the team after this because—" "No, please. Don't say that. I know you're scared because of those guys but don't let this existence control your state of mind. Yes, it's hard being around the people who abused you but just forget about them and enjoy yourself. Do this for you and not for them. Besides, I'm sure they know I can deal with them if they try shit with you. I'm not the mayor's daughter for nothing," Maddy said with a cheeky smile.

His skin is really black, I know he's not an American. "Assault and Battery." I murmur getting up. I walk to the bar, and I yell "Let me out. Let me out now." but no one answers me, no one hear my cries, no one really does. "Do not bother, my friend. They won't answer you, they are bunch of wereys." Confused, I say "Bunch of what?" Laughing, the blackman pats beside him, and I reluctantly sit. "Wereys." He repeats. "It's my language for mad people." He explains.