Bad Male Writing Novels & Stories

"The bad woman. What she do?" "Senhor Hughes, since twenty year, Sao Paulo bad place. Then, since ten year, Sao Paulo good city. People not die..." Fingers spread, he rocks his hand... "... Not so many. Bad men gone. Not like other cities. Since two years, bad men here again. And this woman is baddest. She is..." He splutters for a moment... "She same as prostitute. She has man. Then other man. And first man, he dead..." This is sounding deeply familiar...

“Don’t call me that.” “Noted,” Daniel sighed wearily. “I’m just trying to tell you that Bad and Boogie is very notorious for rape cases. If you’re not looking to get laid, don’t go there at night. You might encounter more than three pushy assholes.” “Oh, all you Alphas are the same,” Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Don’t try acting all gentlemanly because you’re buying me dinner.” “Do you really think I’m that pretentious?”

Immaturity or madness? "It's not anyone's fault that you write horrible books. The book was good at the beginning, but you lost the hang of it afterward, and everything was messed up. Was it anyone's fault that your writing is horrible? You should work on your skill or whatever you call it, and stop coming here to cause trouble like a nuisance," The senior editor, Joy screams at her angrily, and fuck! She sends a hot slap across Joy's cheek.

“I know magazines are risky, but this one is designed to be ad heavy. We’d do articles on the coolest expensive watches or the best wines for impressing your girlfriend. So many people are insecure about spending money. Whether they have a lot or a little, they want to know they’re buying the right things. Of course there aren’t ‘wrong’ things, but they want someone to guide them. People who won a bet were always asking my opinion on how to celebrate. It was like they needed my approval.” A grin slanted Trey’s mouth. “That’s because you’re the lucky stiff whose shoes they wished they could walk in.” Zane didn’t take offense. He knew Trey’s teasing was meant fondly. “I want The Bad Boys Club

I’ve been described with a lot of unpleasant and derogatory descriptions all my life because of just doing something I wanted to do. Horrible, nasty, filthy, awful, terrible, dick, weak, scumbag, dirtbag, stinkpot, and douche bag and almost every negative adjective Merriam-Webster could think of. People got to say what they got to say and for me, it’s not that bad when you feel that you’re the good guy and the rest is just being a villain charged with the hunger to destroy you. I think that way. I’m a fucking legend.

Ramina stared at him as she continued, "bad people tend to do bad things for their own sake. Responsible people tend to do bad things for others' sake. Do you get what I mean, boss?" "Are there any different kinds of being bad, Ms. Montalvo?" "Bad people... are bad for they only do evil things that satisfy their needs. You, boss, are not a bad person. I am not saying this because you are my boss. I will say what I wanted to say because we're out of work. You are just a human who tends to do bad things for the sake of others, boss. That's why, you're not bad... you're just responsible," Ramina uttered, staring intently into his eyes as he stared back.

But what is even more fascinating with us most readers is the way we would hate the lead guy for being toxic and shitty, yet we would deliberately fall for someone who is more naturally toxic and shittier, hence, being what makes him the bad guy. But I have discovered something from a passage I read online, I cannot remember when or where it was, but it stated the reason why readers often fall for the bad guys. It is easier to fall for someone who is imperfect and sees you for who you are. Someone who would not sugarcoat things and would not have a reason to lie. Bad guys, in novels, are bad guys from the beginning. They are what they are since the first time you met them… It is not the comp

Because I know that my panties are soaked, and I know that the two powerful, dangerous, dangerous men pinning me to the table with their filthy words melting through my ears could see it. “Bad, bad girl,” Xavier purrs, moving into me and making a tsking sound. I whimper, feeling that thick bulge in his pants pressing into me and feeling his teasing breath on my neck. “And you know why I think we’ve got ourselves a bad girl?” he growls into my ear. I whimper and purr, taking a stuttered breath. “Because good girls don’t get messy wet panties when they get locked in a room with two bad, bad men. A good girl’s pussy wouldn’t get all slick and wet when those two bad men promise to make her their

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.

he assured. I’m aren’t any good girl Tho, I’m a bad girl doing bad stuff, I have been drained, dried, and heartbroken and have seen myself substituted into doing a lot with both gays, old men, boys, girls, and women just to get some dollars to pay up some bills