Bad Girl Novels & Stories

However, we have one tiny problem: I have no idea how to be a bad boy. I have Asperger's Syndrome, not Einstein's brain so I need help. And since God wouldn't give me a straight away answer, I asked the only one who would: Google. Google Results: The Bad Boy Is: The guy who effortlessly gets the girl you dream about having. The guy women fantasize about and will practically do anything for The guy who sweeps the woman you've always wanted off of her feet, makes her deepest sexual fantasies come true, breaks her heart, and then has her missing and calling him for the next 10 years.

However, we have one tiny problem: I have no idea how to be a bad boy. I have Asperger's Syndrome, not Einstein's brain so I need help. And since God wouldn't give me a straight away answer, I asked the only one who would: Google. Google Results: The Bad Boy Is: The guy who effortlessly gets the girl you dream about having. The guy women fantasize about and will practically do anything for The guy who sweeps the woman you've always wanted off of her feet, makes her deepest sexual fantasies come true, breaks her heart, and then has her missing and calling him for the next 10 years.

BLURB: Elena Brooks, an orphan, left her pack, her Grandpa and the company to marry the love of her life, the Alpha of a rival pack. The marriage wasn't approved by her pack and family, but she neglected everyone just to be with him. She hid her identity just for him. It was a loveless marriage for 2 years, Lucas Brown gave her a condition that she would be a blood donor to his childhood friend Aurora Cruz, and Elena agreed out of love. Tension arises when Elena loses her baby in the process. She goes back to her pack, Lucas finds out that Aurora has been lying to him, and Jason Campbell, a new Alpha, is already engaged to Elena. Lucas finds out that Elena is actually a secret billi

I turned around to leave, but someone blocked my path. “Hi, Mr. Blackwell. I don’t know if I can come to your suite later. I can be a very bad girl,” she said, and I finally looked at her, only for my curiosity to instantly twist into disgust. She was nothing like Cassandra. She looked like a girl trying too hard to seduce every man she saw. Cassandra didn’t even have to look at a man to have him hard and desperate. Her presence alone reeled you in. “Yes, there’s a girl I want to be bad for me, and she’s the only one allowed in my suite tonight,” I said flatly. “And that girl is not you.”

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.

Centuries. Darkness. Loneliness. Waiting. Starving. Dreaming. Praying. Not evil. Not originally. Something abandoned. Something twisted by endless isolation. Something that no longer remembered what it had once been. “She promised.” Pain flooded my chest. “She promised me.” I saw Selene. Broken. Destroyed. Holding her dying daughter. And I understood. The bargain. Not power. Not immortality. Not conquest. Companionship. The creature had been alone. And Selene—

Not until she begged and craved for my touch. For now, I'll be with her just the way she did to me. I'll not be the only walking back in that with an erection and wishing I had fucked life out of her. "Good girls get rewards but bad girls don't. Do you know what bad girls get?" I asked, positioning her well on my lap and preparing to spank her again. "What?" She dared to ask. "They get thoroughly fucked" I say before hitting her ass one more time. KATARA POV

I pushed her hand off me with the flick of a wrist. "Wait, you're going to tell me you aren't the type of guy that appreciates a bold, sexy woman?" she quizzed, drooping her eyelids and really putting on the charm. "I'm the type that is best left alone," I warned with a throaty growl. The woman huffed. "You're a real buzzkill, you know that?" she spat caustically. "Then maybe you should try your charm on someone else," I suggested. "There's plenty of pathetic men waiting for a cheap hookup," I tossed out as I swirled my whiskey in the glass.