Novel & Cerita Bad Male Writing

Adam closes the diary, his hands trembling slightly. The weight of Dylan’s words settles in his chest like a stone. He takes a deep breath, “Dylan, Dylan, Dylan.” Ok, firstly, the violence. Brody’s assault on Cassie, and later on Justin… you wrote it with a chilling clarity that bypassed arousal and went straight to visceral dread. As a man, you’re taught that power is linked to penetration, to conquest. You showed its ultimate truth: that kind of power isn’t strength, it’s bankruptcy. It’s the final, desperate act of someone with nothing else to offer. When Brody took Cassie dry, it wasn’t a display of dominance; it was a confession of his own emptiness. And when he turned that on Justin? Y

You are a slow killer, opening the Gate to others, before sending Your victim to the grave. Your face is too ugly to behold, And your canines, Devastation With a capital D Your hands are covered with Thick soot ready to paint people black And your embrace is like that Of a boa constrictor, excruciating In effect. You have proved a menace to the world And carelessly have broken Millions of hearts. You are as quiet as the graveyard But your stings are worse than The scorpions

Kami asked with feigned horror. Nancy scowled. “I swear I don’t know where I went wrong with you. I blame your father, bless his soul. He ruined you. His background was troubled. I should have known better, but I guess no good girl can resist a bad boy.” “I can,” I said. “I do not like the bad boys. I like a man who is stable, mature, and isn’t going to be a jerk.” “Not me, I will take a bad boy any day of the week,” Kami said. “I want one that is rough and tough and can rock my world.”

"God, we're so bad. Can you hear all those people above us? I'd just die if anybody walked down here now and caught me doing this." "You are such a nasty little girl, aren't you? Shaking your ass for all those strangers. I bet that gets you hot, doesn't it? Knowing how bad they want you. How they'd go home and jerk off to pictures of you. Jesus, you're a hot little fuck."

In fact I have a story, I'm writing it just for myself, if I decide, I can send it to a publisher, but I don't dare, I'm afraid of being rejected. I'm feeling sleepy, but I can't fall asleep, I'm in working hours. I keep reading my book. Many books have happy endings, I would like to have a happy ending, with someone special, someone I really love, someone who deserves my love. I don't know why but, we women have the gift of falling in love with the biggest jerk. I mean, the guys who look for us, who vote for us, we don't pay attention to them; but, those who don't even look at us and who are unreachable, we do like them. What's wrong with us? Or with me.

“If they told you to find a nice guy who wears a suit to work and earns an honest living?” Someone who hadn’t killed a hundred people. Someone who didn’t tattoo his arms to hide his track marks. Someone who wasn’t out all hours of the night because that’s when the criminals roamed. Someone who didn’t have twenty guns on display in the back of his closet. Bastien was the textbook definition of a bad boy, the guy who would make any mother scream, but I was in this for the long haul. “No.” That handsome smile spread over his lips, making him so damn attractive. “Alright, then.”

“You read the pages I sent. Tell me what you think while we get comfortable.” I sat on the edge of a leather couch, my legs spread a bit, feeling the heat building low in my belly. The whiskey burned going down but loosened my tongue. “Your writing’s raw, Damien. The way you describe the guys fucking, it’s not polite. It’s messy, sweaty, cocks sliding deep, balls slapping, the kind that leaves marks and cum everywhere. I like that. Makes me wonder how much of it comes from real experience.” He moved closer, sitting right next to me instead of across the room.

The quiet vulnerability in his voice. Aiden Voss was dangerous. Not because he was rich or handsome. But because he was starting to feel real. And I was starting to want to know more.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

He shouted while he shook his sunglasses to the floor. "Just relax. Right now Mario is already in jail. The false receipts of your product purchase could be a reason for you to accompany Mario inside the prison. Another thing, your illegal business in human trafficking is dragging you to prison." I calmed down myself with a pen in my hand. "You are insolent! Don't interfere in my affairs! My business has never harmed you! Stupid widow!" He shouted as he stood against me. See any dangerous situations, I'll give a code to the security to take that guy down.