Bad Intentions Book Novels & Stories

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

As hesitation spread, Isla burst into mocking laughter. "You? From the National Research Bureau? Don't make me laugh. Everyone knows Bureau members never step outside without their own security detail. If you're going to lie, at least come up with a decent story." Her words shattered the fragile pause. The crowd's fear dissolved, replaced with cruelty. One by one, palms cracked against my face. Each blow came with mumbled excuses. "Forgive me. I just want to survive. Blame yourself for offending the wrong people." "You shouldn't have meddled. You're powerless and alone. Why did you have to act all righteous?"

I don't want to make her uncomfortable, but she absolutely gets preferential treatment. “Better be careful. You're going to have people thinking the wrong thing about me.” I'm not going to fool myself and think I'm a good person. I've done plenty of bad things, and I will continue to do plenty of bad things. People in my position don't get ahead by being good guys, they get ahead by doing what it takes, and sometimes it takes being absolutely savage.

I apologize to anyone this might offend, but I just wanted to try something different. This book is not ideal for anyone with fragile moral sensibilities who might be easily triggered by the actions and decisions of the main characters. This is all strictly for entertainment. I do not condone nor do I excuse some of the actions of the characters. I’m merely writing to entertain my readers! You’re free to stop reading at any time you feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance because it is not my desire to harm your sensibilities. Furthermore, I was meticulous in my research for this book, especially when it comes to BDSM but I am merely mortal. I take full accountability for any errors one m

I looked like the true betrayer but in the end, it seemed as if the bad guys end up getting the best of life and the good guys would end up getting the worst. I mean look at Zara, everything in her life went so smoothly and if I kept being a good guy, I would end up losing everything. It takes a bad guy to defeat another. Whatever the future holds for me, I'm ready. Whatever bad guy is now out to kill me, I'm ready. At least, I'd get to enjoy a little of my time before it's all over. Just as Tonia's claws reached her heart and was about to shove it..

"I had a little accident, and I was embarrassed. I took them off, hid them to wash later, and then forgot. That’s it. End of story." She sighed, but she didn't look convinced. She stepped closer. Her voice dropped to a low, warning whisper. "Matt is a bad guy, Elara. He is not the kind of person you want to associate with. He's dangerous." I felt a spark of anger light up in my chest. It grew into a fire. I was tired of being the "bad egg" while she pretended everything was perfect.

Elizabeth paused for two seconds, then said in a colder tone, "Even if I can only stay with him for a few days, or even a few hours and a few seconds, I won't give up on my own initiative!" Perhaps her mind was very evil and she was a bad woman, this was her real thought. After good people's limits were challenged, they became bad people. Who would be willing to be a bad person and bear the blame? But she... She didn't care. Even if others said that she was vicious, it didn't matter.

The maid trails behind her. I glance at the clock. I can find my phone later. It's totally my fault, He was the kind of boy that I should never, under any circumstances, get involved with. There are two kinds of bad boys, one bad boy with a soft heart and the second who has only a black heart, pure evil. He was the second one. Offering him my heart was the second mistake. Arnav gathered the shredded pieces of my heart and fixed them. He's my bad boy with a good heart. I smile and turn the knob to the washroom.

, I bark and Elliot nods his head and starts typing away on his phone and making phone calls. I drive like a maniac toward the plane. I need to get the fuck out of here, I need to go kill someone and make myself useful, make myself the man I am supposed to be, not the boy involved with a girl that has been using me, using me to favor my enemy. She knew everything about me, I opened up to her, and now she’s dancing with him? She’s dancing with the devil. And now she is going to burn in hell, with him, I will make sure of it.

Every time she tried to pick a fight, it felt like punching cotton. No effect. No satisfaction. Just frustration. Scarlett kept running, completely unbothered. "A bad woman?" She asked casually, "What exactly does that mean to you?" That question actually made Hilary pause. Because honestly... she had never really thought about it. She frowned. "Well... a bad woman is... Someone who steals another woman's husband. Or steals her best friend's boyfriend. A manipulative fake sweetheart. Someone with bad intentions, bad morals, messy behavior..." "Something like that."