Bad Fanfictions Novels & Stories

HOW TO BLACKMAIL THE BAD BOY Copyright © Agatha Rose All Rights Reserved. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The "TBNB" Series by Agatha Rose Young / New Adult : 1. The Bad Nerd Boy - Season 1, 2, 3 2. Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy ( Hunter Jones & Mey Wang ) 3. The Blonde That Got Away ( Luke & Shanelle Bernucci )

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

However what I didn’t expect were the stumbles of anger that flipped me over the next seconds. “I don’t know who the fuck had led you into this jungle full of horny wolves, but I’ll grace you with the count of three to bolt out… Over my bed body would they prey on you.” Is this Jordan-freaking-I-don’t-give-a-fuck exhibiting the possessiveness I can remember coming across in those typical comic books?

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

--- Her gaze moved faster now. Scanning page after page. Looking for something familiar. A name. A date. A phrase she recognized. But there was nothing. Just codes. Endless codes. Like he had hidden everything on purpose. Like he knew— Someone else might read it. --- Her chest tightened slightly. Frustration rising. Sharp. Unwelcome. Because she hated this. Hated not knowing. Hated the gaps. Hated the way everyone else seemed so sure— While she stood in the middle of it all, unable to even trust her own memories.

My big brother's a handful, huh? Alana rolled her eyes. Her sorority sister was a romantic. Alana wasn't. She'd given that up after her fiance broke their engagement. Once was hard enough, but to be dumped twice? Alana had a stellar record, falling for men who seemed to find the right girl after they'd already proposed to her. It was humiliating and the reason she didn't ask a guy for promises. They couldn't keep them. Stefan wasn't any different. Well, maybe a little. He knew the meaning of honor, at least.

she wiped her tears. **** *** **** *** **** The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds were the loud, crazy moans and the slapping of laps. "Gosh" "More baby, more please" His d**k inside her filling all of her, every inch of her. She wants him so badly, she's a bitch afterall, her eyes rolled as he banged her madly, her loud moans filled the room. Kade Gilbert, a rich playboy notorious for his psychotic behavior, was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone, living life on his own terms, no matter how wild or bad they seemed.

With all of my previous boyfriends… All of the men I’d been with before, who I’d only been with to stop myself from feeling lonely. Knowing that it was just lust… Nothing beyond the intimacy. So why, why did it have to be Adrian I fucking clicked with? He was everything that was wrong for me. A billionaire… A man who worked in a fucked-up, illegal line of business. A man you only fantasized about in books and TV shows… But not in reality. I was just a normal woman…

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

Played? This is bad.