Bad Influence Novels & Stories

“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t think I can believe Tyler is not exactly a bad person. I did tell you about the girl he bullied until she had to leave Edwin and Co. right?” “Yeah, but aren’t you being a bit biased here? The BBC bullied her and Heather happens to be a member of this same Bad Boys Club so technically they all share the blame. And don’t forget you told me that Heather is not exactly who I think she is, so think of Tyler that same way.”

I seem to have that effect on people. "Max___" "Don't you have like, I don't know, songs to write or something?" "It's what I was doing before dad called," "Well you should have simply ignored his phone call and focused more on your song," "Max___" "Your songs clearly need more attention than I do," I said, a smirk on my face. And I showed him a video of his performance where he ruined everything when he mixed up the lyrics to his song, "It's a bummer there was such a huge crowd there... But look at the bright side, you trended like crazy. I mean, the comments here are just___"

I don't have half their beauty or refinement. Since the day I met Moon, I've been creating sexual fantasies about him. I hate to admit that I'm no different than a lot of women and find bad boys attractive. Hell, Moon blows the other bad boys out of the water. I've been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and convince myself that he may not be as bad as he's portrayed. I knew he wasn't exactly crime free, but when it came to murder, drugs, and guns I thought maybe he's misunderstood. If that isn't stupid, I don't know what is.

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.

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.

he responds curtly. Twenty-two years of pure believing he's the baddest. That makes me sigh. I know he's like that, and now I hate it. He didn't even seem or doesn't seem like the type of guy who studies at university. When I first saw him, he was selling marijuana and who knows what else, and he was from a very poorly rated high school. Does he still sell that stuff? Who knows, the important thing is that Owen's monthly payment arrives on the first of each month. "Well, great," I sigh.

Emma said and she was clearly trying to push her cousin from dating me. I couldn’t say that I disagree with Emma on that quote, but it was sort of true. Bad boys weren’t attractive to me and I found them trying hard and unappealing. Sometimes they could be a bit aggressive and their temper was the worst part of their trait. They were also cunning, too much of a womanizer, and sometimes they could get a bit narcissistic. But I wouldn’t deny that despite these traits, they were great in bed. They were quite adventurous and they gave you more thrill. I guess that was what Emma was referring to when she said that bad boys bring heaven to you. “Who the hell is Julia Michaels?” Danny asked Emma.

Because she deserved to be stung. Not just an idiot. Not just stupid. But bad. I am bad. I am bad, and broken, and horrible, and I hate him and I hate myself and I want to die. It was a very, very dark plane ride.

What F City power elite, what powertul people, in his here are useless. The person who has bullied his sister is a bad person: "No one is allowed to interact with him in the future."

She’s a bad influence, and I don’t want her near B. Deep down I knew her type. Despite pretending to look out for her best friend, she was the type that always ends up stabbing them in the back and snatching their boyfriend, causing them the most pain. I’m sure if I flirted with her, she’d fall for me in a heartbeat. I chuckled and shook my head playfully as I typed. Me: (multiple laughing emoji) You don’t need to worry about B, she’s in good hands. (💯 + Two ticks)