Bad End Pretty Cure Novels & Stories

Badrun. "Yeah, it's okay. Don't do it again next time, OK..." said Mrs. Badrun. "Do you hear? If you don't hear, I'll pinch your ears here so you can hear better!" Cecep snapped angrily. "Y-yes Brother, please forgive me." The student holds both his ears with his hands. "That's enough... that's enough, he already apologized to me," asked Mrs. Badrun. "You can't do that, ma'am, maybe he has apologized, he could do it again tomorrow. The seeds of corruption must be completely eradicated," interrupted Tukijo. Then he approached the child. "Tell me your name and class!"

” I asked again Of course” Yeeeeah, that’s good” I smiled brightly with my teeth on display Everyone better get ready tonight, we are going to paint the club red. We are gonna leave a lot of people horny” Curvy smirked and I chuckled You’re such a bad girl Curvy” I smacked her head With all my years on the street, trying to make ends meet, of course I’d be bad. If I didn’t, a lot of people would have taken advantage of me”

"You don't know that mother unless you try.." "I do," she replied, her voice breaking slightly despite her effort to stay calm. "Because there is no cure for it." Silence filled the room. I stared at her, waiting. Waiting for her to take it back. Waiting for her to correct herself, but she didn't. "There is nothing I can do, Cane," she said, her voice quieter now but firm. "Blackbane core does not have a cure."

As soon as it ended, I left right away and drowned myself in alcohol. I visited Remy in rehab as frequently as I could. “Shouldn’t you be with Hailey, groveling? You know, there’s a Filipino culture when courting a girl. The man plays guitar outside the house and sings for her. Why don’t you try it? It might work.” I glared at him. “Just get better, asshole.” “What do you think I’m doing? It’s not that I can threaten my bones to heal fast.” He chuckled.

‘Where? Her thumb hesitated. Then: ‘Some new place. The Velvet Hour.’ She waited for his reply. Five seconds. Ten. Nothing. The screen stayed blank, and her stomach dipped. Of course. She lowered her phone slowly to the table. The music suddenly felt louder now. More chaotic. Just when she’d almost forgotten the ache. Just when she’d almost felt… lighter. Without thinking, she reached for another shot and downed it. The burn didn’t feel as satisfying this time.

Ricky replied. "Guys, we really don’t need an argument about this right now," Peter mumbled. “What we need to do is think about the consequences of this cure. I guarantee that every rotten we turn back to normal will have done something awful, something so terrible they'll wish they could just forget it forever. And all of those people are going to be looking for a way to get rid of all that pain.” “Like suicide,” Ricky pointed out, his voice quiet but steady.

I croaked in pain before he kicked my ribs, I heaved and fell back to the ground, barely hanging on to my consciousness. “Nothing valuable boss,” one of the goons spat distastefully. Their ‘boss’ snickered at the remark and grabbed my hair, my sight tripled along with all nausea and pain. I could barely lift my face much less fight back. Everything went so fast, please, I still need to find the cure. “Useless trash, you fought well but not enough. You’re gonna rot ‘ere all alone,” Those were the words he spoke before he stared blankly at me.

Her body finally went limp as she fainted. … When she woke up again, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled her nose. The doctor chided her, "You're awake. You fainted due to anemia and emotional distress. Where's your husband? You're six weeks pregnant. How could he be so irresponsible and leave you alone like this?" Six weeks pregnant?

I would rather have her to myself, but I'm not cold enough to deny her the mate of her second chance in life, the father to her pups. I grab a spare office, working with the healer in order to find out if this cure in question will actually work. I have a dirty, bloody bandage left over from Ryan and we add a drop or two to the bloody spots, waiting to see if anything happens under the microscope that will show the cure trying to fight the infection. The healer jolts back from the microscope, shaking his head rapidly. "That's not good." "What's wrong? What did it do?" "The cure isn't some antibiotic, it's some kind of molding aspect to the blood. It's changing to molecules completely, not ju

He is eating chocolate pudding, the evidence spread around his mouth and down his chin. "Aw, guys," he says with a smile. "I love you all. Come into my office. Does anyone want some pudding?" We all laugh at his words. Not-medicated Finn would never offer to share his food. "All yours buddy," Jai replies with a smile. "How's the leg?" "Not too bad," he admits. "Not very sore." "That's good," Jai replies as Alec mutters, "For now." "I'm feeling great," Finn assures us.