Bad Monkey Review Novels & Stories

"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.

Azfarin slowly turned her head to see the boy sitting with her face turned red with her lips parted. "Turn the Bus Turn the Bus Basted" The same man screamed who was now standing over the driver's head. And he was told to turn the bus. The road was heading towards Sydney's forest. Everyone was squealing now. Everyone thought they would get off the bus after returning the luggage, but they had probably taken the bus hostage. A woman was crying loudly. "Please, please, please." She was crying with both hands. The English-speaking black man was now stepping fast towards the woman.

He was a drug lord and he was trafficking girls, and I knew that Alicia wasn’t safe around him. The thought of what he could have done to her made my skin crawl. I felt sick and so lost at the same time. What was Alicia doing in Bogotá? I had no answers to all the questions that I had. I was so mad and the only thing that I wanted at that moment was to put a bullet in his head. Smash had declared a huge war and I knew that the only person who would come out alive in the war was me—killing him was now at the top of my bucket list. An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia.

All I knew was that my wetness messed my inner thighs, my pussy walls, and I was too drenched, it even leaked onto the bed. In less than no time, my orgasm pulled me into an abyss, and I became a monster. Thrashing on the bed at the intensity of it, I screamed bloody murder into the heated silence, begging, pleasing, pushing his head, while digging it even deeper against me as he kept me prisoner, drinking all of my essence up with deeply satisfied groans spilling from him.

How the hell could she do that? “What the heck?? What the hell is wrong with her??” I burst into a volcano of anger and stood up from my chair crazily scratching my head in fury thinking on what kind of a girl I had trusted blindly. To be honest, I only hated one and only attitude in humans and its was nothing other than egoism and what did I do?? Ended up falling for a girl who was a topper in that?? Really?? “I, buddy, calm down. There’s more to it" Mike consoled me for more spoilers and I was spellbound to even think there’s more to it. What is the real face of this girl??

"You know she was the best stress relief toy for me, just one tiny cut on her body and the blood would be flouting out... that was the most beautiful view you know. I never had any sexual urges towards her but when she denied my order.... I wanted nothing but to show her the real place" He was looking so twisted, like a crazy Maniac, how can someone find their own fun in other's suffering? how can someone hurt others just to satisfy their needs? "You need a doctor Andrew, you are sick!' "oh no Marilyn, the only 'thing' I want is you.... you stolen my stress relief toy , now be one..." ___________________ Hope you liked it 8⁠-⁠)

\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ Don’t mean to complain but the criteria in this book company is getting worse everyday for earning money. I might shift to some other platform after writing a couple of books. Perhaps I could go back to W*****d, I do miss writing for free and just enjoying the people reading. It was fun rather than having to crank out a certain word limit. Don’t mean any offence though, goodnovel is a great opportunity and I think we should always try out new things in life :). \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

Danilo’s POV I stood outside the liquor store clutching the brown paper bag like it might blow up in my hands. My stomach was twisting and flipping nonstop. Beckett Reynolds had me. He had me cornered like a rat and he knew it. My head kept running in circles, thinking maybe there’s a way out, but every thought just looped back to him. Back to that smug grin. Back to his voice in my ear, calling me good boy.

“Since you'll be my Luna, I might as well give you a headstart. Rogue attacks and other stress.” “Rogue attacks?” I tilted my head to the side, quite surprised. Silver Moon pack was known for their little to no rogue attacks and for an attack to take a toll on him, something must be wrong, or something else was originally wrong, which I wasn't interested in asking so he won't get the wrong ideas here. “Yes. It seems they are planning something and I don't think it'll be anything good at all.” He explained, his chin resting against his knuckles as he stared at me with a small smile which I just ignored.

Angelina snorted. "I'm guessing, your boyfriend must be inconsiderate, right?" Alex smiled wryly when she said that. "You don't even know him, so don't judge him so carelessly. Don't you realize it's my boyfriend you're mocking?" sneered Angelina. Alex chuckled sarcastically. "I don't need to know him to judge him," Alex said confidently. "Don't be such a big shot. Who the hell are you?" Angelina sneered again. "I'm Alexander Dominik, and everyone says I'm great." Alex boasted. Angelina only replied with a snort.