Romans & histoires Bad Male Writing

"Miss Whitfield, since you're asking for an interview with me, you must want something from me, right? As long as you give me a good night, as long as your request isn't excessive, I'll agree to it." Eleanor pretended not to hear and calmly continued with the interview questions. "Writer Vane, you write men's fiction — what's your opinion on the genre?" "Men's fiction is pretty good," Writer Vane said solemnly. "When I write, I always think it through. Uh, how should I put it — let me give you an example. When I write a passionate scene, my blood surges!" I will endure this! Eleanor continued, "Some say online men's fiction is too immoral — the male lead has more than a dozen women, all of t

It is high school after all, what else can anyone expect? The bonfire is lit, the music is blaring, and the drinks are flowing. People are making out, taking photos and acting like they are all friends. It isn’t my scene. To start, I don’t drink for personal reasons. When your father is an abusive alcoholic who takes all his anger out on you, it tends to put you off drinking. I have a deep fear that if I start drinking, I will end up acting like him. I don’t want that. That is not who I am. I could never imagine hurting anyone or anything. If anyone asks, though, my excuse for not drinking is that it doesn’t agree with me and makes me sick. They don’t need to know the truth.

The fact that she has low self esteem and is close to depression to begin with affects her behavior as well. The reason I have written this is because I wanted to write something horrible, wrong and disgusting. I would be very happy if you give me constructive critique and positive feedback. I consider a comment like ‘This is disgusting!’ to be positive feedback on this story, since that is the feeling I am after.

“tell us.” The words came out pouring out. The feelings that I hadn’t even been aware of. “March Madness was, no, is the worst thing I have ever put down on paper in my whole life. All my manuscripts kept getting rejected and I guess, I got desperate. I just wanted a win, so I wrote what I knew the publishers would like. Not what I liked. It’s a shitty book, one of those quintessential thought provoking drivels that go on and on and make you want to bash your head into the nearest surface. I nearly did just that a million times while writing it. It's about this insufferable woman that should have never married this human turd of a man and now regrets it. I’d never even read something like th

You are really one god-damned psycho. REX/ THE BASTARD/ GOOD DAMMED PSYCHO: you think. Imagine all the fun ways I can kill you. Taking out one organ after the other. AUTHOR: Hell. I didn't sign up for this. *Runs away with inhuman speed.* Now where is our Zacky body. ★★★★★ AUTHOR: oh my gwad Zack. How are you doing? ZACK: Am fine. Thank you bekky6. AUTHOR: So how do you feel about having a male mate?

Villains sure loved to torment each other most of all! "But I'm sure Maddie will manage to turn him back into a simp in record time. That's what scheming bitches are best at—they play men like it's bloody psychological warfare. "They can throw all sorts of abuse at men and somehow manipulate them into drinking their bathwater with some of that sweet nothing," Jean, PhD in "How to Identify a Bad Bitch," stated. "Whatever. These two belong together forever. May death do them part," I replied sincerely.

“If you read the article maybe you would have half a clue. Nothing is as you assume it to be. I’m still me and you know nothing about me or him.” “You are a fool if you think a man like THAT truly loves someone like YOU! He’s having a midlife crisis and you are young, dumb and full of cum. That’s all the old man gives a fuck about!” Kai shouts, finally walking away. I look down at the newspaper article. I’ve already read it, even though Gabriel told me I don’t need to. I want to see what the press is writing about him. I have read all the articles online and in the papers. Many are not flattering and most are lies. This article is the truth, even if the reporter or editor tried to twist thin

And now one man, a bold, perceptive, dangerously attractive writer who was threatening to crack every wall he had built. The worst part? A dark, hungry part of him wasn’t sure he wanted to stop it.

There was no love left in me for her, she only made my cock hard. “I’m so mad at you right now. You allowed this bullshit to ruin what we had. You could have confronted me but you took a bitchy route around this whole situation by ghosting me instead of confronting me like a real man. You believed the same bitch... the same bitch that participated in tricking me to come to this country and I was almost turned to a fucking prostitute because of her! You’re an asshole, Jason.”