Bad Male Writing Novels & Stories

I don't have half their beauty or refinement. Since the day I met Moon, I've been creating sexual fantasies about him. I hate to admit that I'm no different than a lot of women and find bad boys attractive. Hell, Moon blows the other bad boys out of the water. I've been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and convince myself that he may not be as bad as he's portrayed. I knew he wasn't exactly crime free, but when it came to murder, drugs, and guns I thought maybe he's misunderstood. If that isn't stupid, I don't know what is.

Sia asked suddenly and Nate chuckled. “I told you before, I’m all yours” he replied pressing a kiss to Sia’s forehead. ‘You know what Caleb would call him?” he asked and Sia burst into laughter knowing that it was going to be funny. “What?” she asked a full-blown smile on her lips. “A bad girl’s boy or better still the bad girl’s boy” “Hilarious” THE END.

“Boston wasn’t exactly the clean slate I hoped for.” Sienna glanced at him. “You left the badge?” He gave a humorless laugh. “The badge left me. You can’t keep investigating what the department’s being paid to ignore.” That landed heavier than she expected. They stopped inside a half-collapsed warehouse. Cole pulled a tarp aside, revealing a hidden stash — gear, weapons, maps, burner phones. Sienna stared, then raised a brow. “You keep an apocalypse kit?” “Learned it from your boyfriend,” he said dryly. “Jax never trusted a world that told him to play by its rules.”

I was shaking my head again but he responded by nodding his head and stilling the movements of my head, "it all stops today, right at this moment. I don't have the patience to deal with it, my little star, not even the least bit of patience. I'm not an angel, never have been and never will be. I would hope that you know that much about me but I've kept my true self hidden from your innocent eyes your entire life because I really did enjoy the innocent relationship that crossed those blurred lines." He let go of my face, his hands now on the tray, "I'm a bad man, Nastassia. The kind of bad they write about in horror movies and the kind of bad they have locked up in cells on foreign islands un

Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I sighed. I noticed that he was online. I decided to send him a message on I*******m, maybe he'd answer. I did, but no answer. He did see it. What does that mean? I decided to ask ChatGPT what it means when a guy ignores your text after he has sex with you. Well, it didn't turn out nice. My heart started beating when I noticed the bad reviews. 'He doesn't like you,' 'He's using you,' 'He played you,'

I mean, he already towers over me, do you really need the backup dude? I roll my eyes internally, not willing to do it in front of him, and remain quiet. Why speak? It’s not going to help me in any way? It’s not like I’ll be able to form any coherent words, I’m far too intimidated for that. “Still too good to speak to us?” he steps closer. I was at a disadvantage leaning on the wall. I basically cornered myself for him. I look down. I don’t want to see the malicious intent in those brown eyes of his. They might show more than I’m actually willing to see. I flinch and cower further into the wall if possible, when he punches the wall, right beside my head.

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

However what I didn’t expect were the stumbles of anger that flipped me over the next seconds. “I don’t know who the fuck had led you into this jungle full of horny wolves, but I’ll grace you with the count of three to bolt out… Over my bed body would they prey on you.” Is this Jordan-freaking-I-don’t-give-a-fuck exhibiting the possessiveness I can remember coming across in those typical comic books?

I said out loud before slapping myself in the forehead. Why was that any of my business again? I shouldn’t be concerned, shouldn’t be worrying about things that he himself was responsible for bringing upon himself. That’s the thing with bad boys and the rebels. They act a certain way that seems attractive to you and it draws you to them and then you instinctively want to ‘fix’ the problems they have and make them the better person. But what most people fail to realize is that bad boys are just jerks and spoilt brats that blame the society and everyone else around them for the trouble that they cause.