Bad Gril Novels & Stories

I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation? But, hey, let's focus on the real issue here: my utter delight and non-existent resentment towards this whole arranged marriage thing. I'm not bitter at all about being treated like a broodmare or a prized possession. Nope, not one bit. Just bitter about him acting like he'd forgotten shit. And that pain I'm feeling? Oh, it's just my heart overflowing with happiness and gratitude towards Damien and that dead meat. I mean, who wouldn't feel grateful for being objectified and reduced to their reproductive capabilities?

"u..u mean am a badluck..uggghhh...and first of all my house is not at this street...so take a turn from here " He looked at her with blank face..and devil eyes which can scare anyone..but she was not a little effected by them..he came very close to her and speak in dangerous voice "am not Ur driver and u already enjoy enough of Ur free ride... this area is safe ..u can go from here anywhere u want...do u understand "he said, styling his hair...and moved back..

With one drifting move, Shawn overtook the Mustang that was driving around the corner just a few meters from the finish line. The Mustang's driver was already optimistic that he would emerge victorious from the turn, at least until the flawless drifting action of the matte black GT-R erased any confidence in the Mustang's driver. In just a few seconds that seemed blurry to the eyes of the Mustang's driver, the GT-R managed to touch the finish line and greeted his victory with a twisting action using an amazing drift technique.

I grit my teeth and push forward, only to get tackled down to the ground by Diego. His paw pushes on my back, growling he keeps me nailed to the ground. Fuck.

Or worse. *****

saw was Grace, Glenda's twin sister. I was not crazy. I didn't talk to a dead man. That gave me relief. I looked for black pants and put them on, a white shirt and a black coat. Finally I put on my black ankle boots and combed my hair a little. I have never liked going to wakes or burials, they have always scared me. But this time it was different. And I felt strange. Something strange. I was ready now. I took my cell phone and left my room, Rich was sitting but as soon as he saw me he stood up. "Are we going?" -Yes. The weather was icy, there were gray clouds, it seemed to rain. "I think it will rain in a while," I said. "You don't want to walk?" I looked at him. "Of course," I smiled at h

Played? This is bad.