Bad Mormon Novels & Stories

We didn’t dare sleep together, though I wanted to feel him beside me. I never knew what real BDSM was. I have seen movies and dramatized versions, but this isn’t play. This is real and I love it. I loved being called “Good boy”, both when I obeyed and when Gabe tucked me into bed. I want to be HIS good boy. I want to make him happy and proud.

I am that little boy again with nowhere to hide after she’s done desecrating me. Mrs Beckham is no longer laughing. She straightens up to speak but I don’t give her the chance to do so. “Instead of trying to figure out why your daughter acts the way she does, you bring in a stupid man who molests your own daughter under your own roof.” She gasps but I am not done. All the things I never worked up the courage to tell Josef and my mother, I say it to her. “What kind of mother are you? I know. You are a horrible mother. You are the kind of mother who harbours her daughter’s rapist. The mother no child ever wishes to have.”

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

“I watched Wild Wild West movie.” “Don’t depend on what you see. YouTube is one of those things you should avoid when learning something new. I don’t think you can even think of pulling a trigger. I may be old, but I doubt you are violent, Percie. You may have had difficult times, but I know you are just trying to be distant and try avoiding people to get into your life. That doesn't mean you are a bad person. You still have a good heart.” You don’t even want to imagine what I’ve been going through.

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

Oh the bad moon that was still two long weeks but it was already messing with his head, along side his inner horny wolf. {E} Roman! {R} What? {E} Stop making her look so hot in my head! {R} Now why would I stop, when you already feel like f^- {E} Roman! Stop, she's underage! It's not going to happen! His horny wolf calmed down and knew he'd never dare cross her panty line if she was underage. For the time being, Roman knew he'd had to lock himself up due to the bad moon approaching, because he had a bad feeling, he wouldn't be able to control himself around her.

But character matters just as much. "Does this company really want to keep someone with such rotten character on the payroll? Don't you care about your reputation?" The bullhorn was so loud that everyone in the office went to the windows to see what was going on. I became famous immediately for being an ungrateful son. Not that it mattered. Being called "filial" or "unfilial" never meant much to me anyway. Jason was furious on my behalf. "What a bunch of psychos. After everything they've done to you, they have the nerve to show up here and trash your name?"

Chuckling he tightens his grip on my shoulders and takes me to the packhouse. We walk in silence, my mind trying to progress the near borderline personality he has. He can switch between hot and cold so fast, it almost gives me whiplash. When we clash we go all out, but when we have a good time it’s superb. I really like him when he is like this, playful and almost carefree but when he doesn’t like how things go, he is a complete asshole. I wonder why the Moongoddess thought it would be a good idea to match the two of us, me a wolf/witch thingy and he has such hatred against anything different. I just hope I can make him see not everyone from another species is dangerous and deceitful.

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy. But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster. I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!