Bad Male Writing Novels & Stories

He…He seemed to be nice till I found him. But him? I don’t understand why did I even fall for him? He was never good to me. He never cared for me. Just tortured me but still I fell for the bad guy who could be no good to me. Maybe I am attracted to bad guys more than the good ones…OR maybe I attracted to the guys who are more real to themselves than the one who pretend to be the real ones. I knew he was rude, he was way to inapproachable still I couldn’t help myself from drowning into it.

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.

I felt fireworks explode in my stomach and I had to. In Out In Out Yeah, I'm probably about to have a panic attack. He made me sit on his thigh and then placed my hand on the table. *Gulp* This doesn't feel right, I'm with Damien and I feel like some cheap hoe right now. "Black would be great on you." "You think so?" He smirked, "I know so." "Ok lemme guess, you wanna be a makeup artist?" I asked. He squeezes his face, "Heck no."

I was pretty sure that someone, in fact, many boys would have jerked off thinking about Wyatt's strong jaw or Bryce's thick arms pinning them down, including me and I wouldn't be the last. But damn, mine might be different because I wrote a whole book about them, Pages on them tag-teaming me and some threesome shit that was raw and real in my words. Still, maybe it's not the wildest thing they've read about themselves. They must have gotten some creepier mails…right? My writing's rough anyway and I'm sure that it has a lot of typos and simple sentences even though it was hot in my head. Wyatt might laugh when he sees it mocking me… saying this is what I think of him? Him whipping my ass red?