Bad Influence Novels & Stories

“Have you ever done something so bad and know it’s wrong, but you still do it no matter the consequence?” Yeah, like fucking your daughter. I think I can relate. “I think we all have in our life. What have you done that’s so bad?” “You have no idea how bad I screwed up. I mean, she was just there and looking at me all innocent. Fuck, I should have stopped myself from getting so close to this girl. Now, it’s too late to forget her. It’s like she’s everywhere I go. What would you do if you were in my situation?”

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero

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!

I scroll away from that post and find another one right under it, posted within a few seconds after the first one. JAMES SULLIVAN—Blonde. boring. nerd. a pain to look at. Ring a bell? JAMES SULLIVAN—Her number or an address too. Anyone would do just fine. This post gets even more reactions. The comments underneath it are too cringy for me to even go through so I simply scroll again. JAMES SULLIVAN—I just want to pay a visit to a good friend. Friend. I can hear the smirk behind it. I can see those full lips curling up at my misery. When he says that, I know it’s trouble.

she is unable to control her feelings. Ryan was looking at her intensely..."so what u think...ur badluck is changing " Sana teased him....Ryan came in his senses and was just smiling " letter "A" is not that bad...but still how my badluck is getting so good...there must be something fishy..because from my childhood till now this letter never proved good to me ..then how now ??" He asked himself raising eyebrows...Sana hit him playfully " u really thinking too much ryan.." she rolled her eyes...Ryan moved his eye to Ava but he saw she was not there..

who knew that he was the bad omen for me! ****************************** Just When It Seems Like Life is Getting Good, Something Always Has to Come Along And Ruin It. ************************* Names of places are fictional

Solid, immovable, vast, all encompassing, until it covers in shadows the alternative shoots of opportunity. Having won their referendum, the engineering rats were scurrying for power. Foremost among them was Baden-Flogg, whose very word Billy now became obsessed with. He could not disassociate the words of ‘reason’ tumbling from his faux posh voice, with the same soft ones, and grunts besides, uttered when he had taken Billy into a bedroom at Lala’s and possessed him. He played the scenario over and over in his mind, imagining, wishing, that it might lead to a fulfilling life. But he had not been able to accept it. Because of the damage, the brutality of his life which preceded it, he was fa

City girl like to let you blam on her titty (Titty) City girls like to stare and act so saditty I know city girls like a nigga dark skin and pretty (Oh) All I wanna do is have fun in the city (All I want to do) All I want for you to do is leave your friends and get missin' (Oh) All I wanna do is keep it real with your pimpin', baby (Real, okay) Long as you don't switch up when you blow and get your millions, ayy Bad, bad bitch, feed her Percocets and Adderall (Bad, bad) Test, test, gotta cuff her, yeah Let's make a cause (You're a bad, bad bitch) Keep it simple with you Everything you want is boss (Yeah, you want it all) Let you shop, my bank account, you get your Black Card (Yeah, on God) I

Rosetta rolled her eyes, getting to her feet. "You're the worst person I've ever met, Marino. You don't feel the least bit of remorse that you shamelessly slept with my good friend behind my back even while we still had whatever going on and you can't even apologize sincerely to your best friend." "About what!?" Marino slammed his wine glass on the table. Rosetta jumped. "About what, huh!? That it's so easy for me to get the girls? That I'm just too charming so my best friend's only female friend picked me over him? That I'm still stuck with him even though he has become such a bore? Huh? Tell me!"