Bad Gril Novels & Stories

he asked again. Hayley paused. "Fine. I get it." Griffin glared at her fiercely. "Don't get tricked by men again. Men are either bad or extremely bad. There's no such thing as a good one." Hayley rolled her eyes. "Then you can get lost first." She slapped him away again. He had a point. Might as well start with him.

They said in pained voices as the realization of what was happening settled in. “Does it hurt?” Egor asked drawing closer to the guy in front of me. “It bites. But it’s not bad!” he replied pinching his forehead, carefully studying the blue and red glow that was resonating his body. “But if it goes on, I feel like I’m going to be paralyzed!” he added up turning to us. "This is bad." Egor attempted to touch it but the guy quickly drew back: "Don't touch it! We don't know what this is and what it might do to you. Don't touch it!" He was right. For all we knew, it might have been contagious, and then Egor would get it.

"Girl, I thought the same thing! Could this guy have… stolen it?" To make matters worse, an insider spilled the truth: "I work at A51. That woman isn’t even the real daughter. And the guy? He’s disgusting. He proposed while cheating on his real girlfriend. Plus, he picked the wrong ‘heiress’ to suck up to. What a joke." The online narrative flipped overnight, and the mall’s reputation took a hit as negative reviews poured in.