Bad Ideas Novels & Stories

one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five She was a bad person. She was a bad person. She was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was evil. Lila was evil. Lila was evil. If something was said enough times then it was believed, wasn't it.

"Wait. What makes you think that, baby?" "Because I know I'm a bitch sometimes…well, most of the time." I pursed my lips. "I can no longer count all the bad things I've done in life." He sighed. Then he gently looked at me and caressed my cheek. "Everyone has a bad side, okay? Humans are not perfect. We make mistakes. Even I do bad things sometimes, Cresia." "Really?" I lifted my eyebrows. "Give me a sample of a bad thing you've done."

But he was a notorious devastatingly hot mafia bad boy of Briarwood Hills that he is. Roxy said he was. All the more reason to stop right now, before I end up taking Roxy’s dare to actually lay with him. This kind of lifestyle isn’t me. And I know that. I never did the whole bad boy thing. I stayed far away from that kind of drama because, really, what good ever came from guys like that? Nothing. Just trouble, a lot of heartbreak, and a shit ton of regret. I’d even liked one once, and he happened to like me too, but I had to kill the feelings before they grew.

Eyes pinning me in place ,rendering me hot and bothered ,with scattered thoughts. I chided my stubborn and errant brain to focus. "Okay,let's focus on this redo and turn it in.No distractions.And we can go right back to pretending you did not almost jeopardize my entire life's calling by being an over confident bighead", I said after clearing my throat. "Excuse me",he said ,his voice filled with mock offence"I never make mistakes.It was a one-time slip". "Well,make sure there are no slip ups tonight.I want to be able to sleep tonight knowing my career isn't at stake".

How could she call that a benefit? "You mean a week of friends with benefits!" Kim yelled. "Fact," Wayne replied. "It's not that.....bad," she said. "He's kinda hot," she added. Kim sighed. "What do I say again.....Willow, say something!" She yelled. What can I say? I don't even have experience with this kind of matter. I looked at Jenny. "Uhh.....do you think this.....is a good idea?" I asked. She smiled at me and nodded her head. "Okay," I replied. Kim and Wayne stared at me with their mouth open. "What?" I asked.

Love..we all heard about it..feel it...don't know how many stories we have read about this single word love...but what is common in all these stories are that.. Love is something which brings good to us..when everything is going wrong..it makes things right.. For someone..it is happiness... For someone.. It is pain.. For someone, it is that craving.. For which they can't wait... But what happen when this love become Your badluck... There is a saying..that badluck don't leave u easily..it follows you everywhere....oops..that's scary..

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.

"Max___!" "Fool me once, shame... Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice, b*tch, I ain't your kid! I won't be carrying your cross the entire f*cking time. I'm f*cking done being your get-away card! Whatever it is the two of us had, it's f*cking done!" "But___"

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re