Bad Girl Novels & Stories

They looked so stunned to reply immediately, or so Thor thought before one of them answered. “Good evening. You.. kind of distracted my models, I guess. You’re also inframe of my camera, or am I looking at it wrong? I don’t know.” The boys nodded in accordance, they knew the girl didn’t know who they were. One of the models rushed to her side whispering to her ear. The revelation was visible to her face. Still, the woman did not submit to their reputation. “May we help you? We’re kinda rushing. A tiring ten-hour bus ride, hmm.” The girl wore dark green track pants and a plain fitted white blouse.

For one, Gabriella had extraordinary looks, her beauty entranced anyone who saw her especially the male folk; two, Gabriella had the perfect sexy shape she admired; three, Gabriella was an angel, the sweetest person on Earth, except to her; and all three characteristics was what she wanted in herself. She was beautiful, she knew and she appreciated it, used it to her advantage; she had a sexy shape, she knew, maybe not as good as Gabriella, but she appreciated it... But she wasn't sweet, she wasn't an angel, she was a beasr, a beast that hunted men for her own selfish pleasures, a beast that was rebellious to her own parents, a beast that looked down on others secretly to fuel her own pride

The good and the bad nothing in between. The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys. The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.

"Eli Brown? Damn, that guy should reply me too cause I'm literally stalking his I*******m." And that's her current celebrity crush. She changes them like them hot chicks change their wardrobe. She probably has a new one for every couple days. It was Jordan Fisher before him and Jordan Calloway before that.... "No, bitch, you know what I'm talking about..." She laughed for a second there before putting on her 'ready to bitch some ass' face and focusing on me. "Not a far guess. Who else if not miss 'I'm too good to associate with my sister or her friends' Amber."

I opened my perfect set of white teeth, flashing her a smile. Just at the back of her head, a really hot and intimidating guy with numerous tattoos and piercings stood at a corner. His face was a reason for other guys to think they’re ugly. There were girls swooning all over him. “Who’s that guy?” I asked her. “Oh, he’s Asher, the college’s bad boy. His body is a catch and he is ripped, he could even be the perfect boyfriend. But there’s a problem,” “What?” “Rumors says he hates females. I think he might be gay,” My other minion whispered.

And a good boyfriend to Anna. "Daddy! I'm out of shampoo!" Casey yelled from the bathroom and I groaned as Anna chuckled beside me. "I'll get it for her" She said, pecking me in the lips. "Ok. Don't forget our date tonight" I reminded her and she giggled, standing from the bed and putting on one of my shirts and running out.. "You look sexy in my clothes!" I yelled after her. The End. This is the end of The Bad Boy Has A Daughter.

And when my hooded men dragged the limp body away, leaking life onto the floor, she stared at me, not with gratitude, not with pure terror, but with a quiet challenge that ignited something primal, a hunger I hadn't felt in years. I crushed the shard in my fist, as questions flooded my mind. Why did this cigarette woman, with her shadowed eyes and wild jet-black hair, choose to endure in a place like this? Nexus was crawling with eager girls, desperate to please, to submit, their bodies offered like cheap thrills. But Saoirse…she intrigued me more than she should. More than anyone had in a long fucking time. I yanked my phone from my pocket, dialing the tech team's secure line. The ring was

I staggered backward with a gasp, my scarf shifting slightly. "Oh my God," one of them groaned. "Watch where you're going, freak." I froze. I know this voice from somewhere. Oh no! Melissa. The gang leader of the BGW(Bad Girls Worldwide). The so-called rich princess of the town. Melissa wasn't just rich; she's the kind of girl who walked into a room and made it her kingdom without even trying. Her parents are the untouchable elites, well second untouchable elites as people say. They are polished, powerful, and praised by every adult with something to lose. She wears luxury like second skin- handbags worth more than a semesters tuition and shoes that never touc

"Look at you. Rubbing yourself right in front of me. You’re so fucking dirty, Jinna. You love being watched. You love knowing that I can see every bit of your heat. Does your daddy know you're this much of a slut? Does he know you're here right now, showing me how you play with yourself?" "He doesn't know... ohhh... Yesss… he doesn't…. Ahhh… he thinks I'm a good girl," she gasped. Her hand suddenly slowed down. She teased herself, barely touching the tip of her clit, making herself whine. Then, her hand moved in a blur. Her fingers were a frantic motion again, slapping against her wet skin. The sound was wet and rhythmic. Jinna let out a long, shaky moan. Her hand moved in fast, blurring mot

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!