Bad Intentions Book Novels & Stories

I’ve done terrible things to unsuspecting wolves and I’ve hurt wolves, a lot of wolves. Including Katrina. F*ck, why does it hurt so much now? “Bad past doesn’t mean bad future.” I looked at Hilda, clearing all regret from my face. “What do you mean?” “No one is truly a bad person. Bad things have just happened to them so they do bad to people around them to be happier about themselves but the happiness never lasts forever until they change.” I was stunned by her reply but she said something else. “It’s a moral from mummy.”

I scoffed, the painful memories of four years ago came rushing back, hardening my heart. A tap on my shoulder startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to meet Jumia’s sorrowful gaze. "I'm sorry, son, but I know him from the past, and he isn’t a good person," I consoled him, pulling him closer into my arms. "But, Mum, he was good to me yesterday," he protested, a slight frown forming on his tiny, curved face. "That’s because he’s a bad person, and bad people pretend to be good so they can get close to good people. Once they do, they carry out their evil intentions. You understand that, right?"

"I don't accept sorry for an intentional crime but give out punishment according to your crimes. There's no forgiveness in my kingdom." "Please..." I clipped my lips against each other with my two fingers as the word flew out of my mouth without permission. Their eyes bored into my skin like pines of needles. "Shameless man?" She cocked her brow, giving a sarcastic scoff. "I've heard of ladies who quickly rubbed their ego and pride in the mud simply because they are weaker, cowardly, and afraid of the next judgment that will be pronounced on them but never have I heard of a man who will do such a thing!" She smirked.

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

Finn begins and I would have laughed if I wasn't glowering intensely at the scum bag of a human in front of me. "Funny," Eli states with a pointed look, even though everyone here knows Finn isn't exactly joking. "I'm here to apologise for all the fucked up things I've done. I wanted payback for the hell you've put me through. Now that I have," he draws in a breath. "I'm done." "If that's supposed to be an apology, that's a pretty shit one," Kiarra says in a frosty voice. "I spent a long time obsessing over ways to get back at you both. I chose two of the worst things to do and I thought I'd feel much better, but I don't. I'm just... sorry. For everything."

“No… no – “ Heart muttered as he wobbly walked down the street while holding her head. Her face is extremely pale. Some people who passed by her asked her in concern if she needed help. But she just shook her head and continued walking unsteadily. Heart knows that there are good and bad people. The bad people are those who she cursed as their punishment, while the good people are like the people that she passed by, feeling concerned for her. But she believed that there are more good people than bad people in this world.

I asked, feeling worried. “Yes,” he said matter-of-factly, shrugging. I gaped at him. “You are the bad guy?!” I said. “Yes,” he replied. I sat straighter in my seat, feeling uncomfortable. I wish he wasn’t so forthright. His honesty was knocking off all the illusion I had started to build about his kind. “I don’t believe you…” I replied, hanging on to the hope that he was possibly messing with me. “I am the bad guy, Saraya, because of my association with my brothers. If you have ten men and nine of them are bad, wouldn't you say they are all bad?”

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

Sia revealed turning to Zurie’s mom. “There’s no shortage of people like you Mrs Collins. People who climb into the bed of the rich to change their fates. Some do it just because they want to change their fate and live a better life and while some even get greedier, worming their places to where they don’t belong, trying to harvest where they haven’t planted, and trying to take things that aren’t theirs and of course, you Mrs Collins fall into the latter type of people” “You want to reap where you haven’t sowed. You want a bite of a corporations you have no ties to, a corporation that you haven’t added one dollar to. The effrontery is crazy” Sia said shaking her head while Mrs Colliins stare

He found the key to the study door and marched back to it, jamming the key in impatiently and then flung the door open. Billy sat in Baden’s chair behind his desk, his dirty, smelly (Baden could smell them) boots up upon the desk-top, smearing whatever encrusted filth it was that covered them all over neat piles of HM Government paperwork. ‘You!’ he cried, ‘that’s it, out now, I’m calling the police.’ Billy leapt up and dived towards Baden as he rushed to grab the telephone. Neither were built or used to the physical altercation which followed. For all of their meanness they were men who simply thought evil thoughts and exercised them by spiteful little acts - certainly, they wished others h