Bad Male Writing Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe everyone is pointing fingers at me for exposing a bad person.” Amber didn’t flinch. “Him being a bad person isn’t the issue. You were excited, Jace. Excited to tear them apart. Excited to make Zara see Noah as the villain.” “Well, he is a bad guy.” I answered, unrepentant. “You don’t even have real evidence,” she shot back. “You don’t know the full story.” “What other story do I need?” I exploded, frustration boiling over. “God, what the hell is wrong with all of you? Why are you all acting like I’m the bad person here?”

she wiped her tears. **** *** **** *** **** The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds were the loud, crazy moans and the slapping of laps. "Gosh" "More baby, more please" His d**k inside her filling all of her, every inch of her. She wants him so badly, she's a bitch afterall, her eyes rolled as he banged her madly, her loud moans filled the room. Kade Gilbert, a rich playboy notorious for his psychotic behavior, was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone, living life on his own terms, no matter how wild or bad they seemed.

My hands froze on the spine of a book I was shelving, fingertips lingering over the embossed letters. They said it like it was so simple, so black and white, they’d never stood in the kind of fire where love and ruin blurred until you couldn’t tell which was which. One boy laughed, shaking his head. “People romanticize that dark stuff. The ‘bad boy’ thing. They think it’s sexy until they can’t get out. Nobody ever really changes.” Nobody ever really changes...

Awful. And from everything she’s ever heard about Blaze Castelli ⏤ Awful was him. He was a horrible monster. There was nothing else to it. He was bad. The bad boy, the bad guy, the one who makes the bad decisions, the one leaving everyone else feeling bad while he was left unscathed. Those were the rumors, and though you’re told not to believe everything you hear, she should have listened to the warnings. Blaze Castelli was bad news. Some might even say he was the devil in disguise.

“Because I’ve read some of the shit she’s talked about, idiot!” “Oh, speaking of which,” Rose said with an unholy light in her eyes that only appears when she’s talking about her books she is reading or writing, “who would you say was the bad boy at our school?” A collective groan echoed through the apartment. “What is she talking about?” Rachel asked. “She’s either reading something that features the bad boy of a school, or she’s writing something for a contest,” I explained. “Well, a lot of stories are about a good girl who falls in love or lust with the local bad boy,” Rose explained.

I cut in, my voice coming out wrecked, breathy, needy in a way that embarrassed me and didn’t stop me at all, “I’ve been thinking about this all night, all day, I can’t stop, please don’t stop me, please don’t walk away. Please.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, really look, his jaw tight, eyes dark and torn like he was fighting himself, like he was standing between being good and being honest, and I hated that he was trying to be good when I needed him to be bad. “I want you. I want you so bad it hurts.” He cursed under his breath again and then his hands slid to my hips, firm but careful, grounding me even as my body arched toward him on instinct.

There was no logical way for her to be obsessing over a bad guy. There was a difference between a “bad boy” and “bad guy.” A bad boy rode motorcycles and littered the streets with cigarette butts; a bad guy shot liquor store owners in the head and stole teenage girls straight out of their bedrooms. Gresso was clearly in the second category. Oh, if Ate Bella only knew, she would be so ashamed of Yrah. Mooning over Gresso like he’s the cutest boy of BTS. It had been a torturous few months. She’d even begun avoiding her Ate Bella because the woman had nothing but questions for her about that day, and Yrah had no words to tell the story. The whole encounter was shameful.

“I didn’t say…” “You didn’t have to,” Maggie interrupts. “Your voice did.” I cover my face with my hands. “I regret everything.” “No regrets,” Operah says with a laugh. “Only experiences worth rewriting into fiction.” “Exactly,” Kimberly agrees. “Writers get the best kind of heartbreak, it turns into art.” “Maybe I’ll title the next one Dangerous Men and Pedicure Confessions,” I say dryly. They howl. For a while, the conversation meanders, exes, red flags, guilty pleasures.

Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) The Wrong Brother (Teen Romance)

There are too many grey areas and most times, we are stuck in them. Sooo, be kinder with your judgment about my characters and the people around you. PS: This is not taking away from what Gracie said: Going through bad stuff doesn’t give you the right to be mean to others. Ben represents all the males that have been sexually assaulted and could never speak up. Gracie represents the females (all of us) with our insecurities. It’s okay to be a crybaby sometimes. Thank you for reading, for sticking with me through the chapters scarcity and inconsistencies and grammar errors. Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories.