Bad End Pretty Cure Novels & Stories

At the party, Beatrice Sherbird’s close friends surrounded me. “I heard you’ve had a crush on Beatrice since you were a kid. You even insisted on being her husband when you played house. So, do you still have feelings for her now?” Everyone turned to look at me. I looked toward the woman in the corner who was casually pouring a drink and said, “I was young and clueless back then. I probably caused Beatrice a lot of headaches. “Honestly, those feelings faded a long time ago. Besides, I’m actually getting married soon.” I heard the sound of glass breaking. Beatrice stared at her high heels stained with spilled wine. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she remained dazed for a

“Be good. I’ll be right back.” XXX

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

Adrian watched her, eyes scanning every line of her face like a doctor still in charge of her chart. “You should’ve called,”he said gently, brushing his thumb over the lid of his cup. "I know." "You look thinner." She looked down with a sad smile. "It’s been... rough." “And I had things to do,” she said vaguely. “ I didn’t want anyone fussing.” He didn’t push. She sighed. “They said the surgery was only partially successful. There’s a chance it could come back. I’ve been prescribed medication, though.” “It won’t come back,” Adrian said firmly. “And if it does...this hospital has changed since then. We’re better now. I’m better.”

"My sidepiece? Xavier, just because you have no morals doesn't mean I'm the same. "A player like you does not understand exclusivity in a relationship at all. If I love someone, then all men aside from him are nothing but faulty goods. You and Aaron are two of those faulty goods." Painful tears trailed down Xavier's cheeks. "Faulty goods…" He kept mumbling those words even after I left, as if he couldn't forgive himself. When I passed by the hospital room next door, I saw Aaron. Although he was left unscathed after the accident, the long-term stress left him with severe bipolar disorder.

I didn’t really expect him to sing with me but here we are. Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back

I can only stare at him. He leans in. “And do you know what people who like being manhandled in bed have in common? Many have a da—” I press my hand to his mouth. “I get it.” “You do?” his muffled voice comes from behind my palm. I nod. “But you’re wrong.” “Am I?” I nod again. He takes hold of my hand and pushes it aside. “What is it that you like so much about bad boys, then?” “I didn’t say I like them.”

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

" It is just like poison. You block the flow by tying it off. But that still does not mean it will stop forever. It only slows the movement and not really that it will stop entirely. You need a cure. " " And what if there is no cure?" Ruckus asked again. Cut the damn arm off !! What is there to explain? Badmus had no idea what Ruckus had in mind . But he was getting tired of the baseless questions. " If there is no cure within reach before it threatens the life of the victim, then there is basically just one move to make. The hard one. " " Which is?" " Cut the entire arm off. " He replied. Ruckus grinned. " That is right, Badmus. You just have to get the entire arm off. "

“It hurts…” “I know,” he said. “But you’re not letting this thing win.” Her fingers twitched — and grabbed his wrist. Hard. “Don’t let them take me.” “Over my dead body,” he promised. In the vision, the white world began to collapse into darkness — walls folding in, fragments of her father’s lab dissolving into static. Sienna stumbled through the fragments, chasing the last echoes of his voice. “Dad! Tell me how to stop it!” He looked back at her, already fading. “Find the file. EB-17. It’s the cure. It’s the truth.”