Novel & Cerita Bad Male Writing

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

Ours was a perfect combination of a good boy and a bad boy. being with him, I didn’t have to feel awkward with a new person. Mike was a sociable person and I was not really feeling that good with the thought of mingling with new people in my current state. actually, I didn’t want any. I was always like this from the very beginning. Having a lot of friends was like giving an invitation to a whole lot of troubles and I never wanted any. All I wished was to adjust in the new environment with the help of Mike. But who knew life would never go easy on me......

“I haven’t tried it again. It was also an experiment for me as well. I wanted to create the worst possible romantic interest and see if readers wanted him together with the other male lead character. You can guess the answer to that.” Zach found it too easy to guess. He had learned a surprising amount about human nature from reading erotica stories. He had seen plenty of characters he could never root for or want to be in a romantic relationship. The other editors had explained that things like that didn’t matter to most readers and sometimes the most distasteful characters were the most popular and the most unhealthy relationships were highly romanticised. “I can. Did it sell well?” He hadn

Kyle is a popular manwhore in school, the kind that's known to have been in and out of many girls panties and trust me I know the type, and if someday she starts to want more than just sex, she'd only end up getting hurt. They ain't gonna settle because some good girl out here decides to fall helplessly for them. I know that first hand, and that's because I'm being stupid and not taking my own advice. I'm low key envious of her night had gone though, mine doesn't even begin to hold a candle light in comparison even though I'm glad to have made things up with Caden. This morning had been something belonging in the pages of those romance books I read sometimes. But he'd stopped his sweet lit

beginning with his annoying voice. "'What's up'? Are you f*cking asking me 'what's up'? You f*cking lied to me, that's what's up! Kept yapping on and on about how we'll be f*cking partners in f*cking crime! But where were you when things went south?" "Babe___"

(Pregnant For The bully) first. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a steamy romance. it has sexual themes, dark themes and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again. Thanks for reading, you can all fasten your seatbelts for a rollercoaster of emotions, love, romance, family, lust and desire. Happy reading!

This is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about... I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the

Brenda G _____ Ever felt like you're the worst person on the planet? Well, that's me. I had a list of reasons to prove that I was indeed the worst person in the universe. The first reason being, I lied to my best friends Sam and Dulcie. The other day, during the whole Jake and me incident, I managed to cook up a convincing lie in order to explain why Jake and I were both naked in the water. Of course, I used the skinny diving story as an explanation. I could sense by the suspicious looks from Dulcie and Sam, that they weren't fully convinced but they chose to let it slide. Or didn't they?

“I saw all the bad things you wrote about me—including that I am only having sex with different girls to fulfill my big ego and the fact that I can't get it to stand up. Do you hate me that much to write this lie about me?” “Well, it's hard to not dislike you. You are arrogant and rude.” I rolled my eyes. “Hmmm. Earned. I'll give you your diary, but on one condition.” Nope. I don't like where this is going. “What condition?” I forced myself to say. “You will write a new story about me. Tell how much of a good person I am, including that I can very much get it to stand.” He said, looking at his lower region.

It isn't that the car is uncomfortable, it is very comfortable, but the thought of me sitting in a very expensive car, and beside a man that was way out of my league made me uncomfortable. How did my life shift to this? Wasn't I the girl who gets bullied by her mom and sister? How did I end up being the girl that is sitting in a billionaire CEO's car? “If you keep thinking like that your thoughts would eventually swallow the whole of you up,” his voice broke the silence, I almost jolted. Did he read my mind? How did he know I was thinking? “I am not.” I lied. “I have told you to stop doing that. You aren't a good liar,” he said as his eyes pierced into mine.