Bad Mormon Novels & Stories

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

“Fucking Moron 5.” He barked out laughing. “Really? That’s how you called us?” “Couldn’t think of even better.” “Fair enough. I could have chosen a better crowd, Matthews, but I was so lost, angry, and grieving, and there they were. They had time for me while my father hadn’t. When I thought they were helping me cope, I was wrong. They’re dragging me down that dark hole.” “What made you realize?” He arched a brow. “Are you trying to Dr. Phil me?”

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.

He mockingly stated – causing the members of the Moon Howlers Pack to clench their jaws. They were infuriated because of the way he insultingly said those words. It didn’t add up that he thinks of this like a simple situation – and not just a matter of life and death. This was just so ruthless. Well, that wasn’t surprising anymore, anyway. Samael Morfran is a representation of all the evilness that once could get. “Shut the hell up!” Hunter uttered – his voice was laced with dripping anger as he said those words with emphasis.

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!

Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

I lifted my gaze toward the sky and muttered, "It's time for Bexley City's change." Austin spat out a bitter laugh. "Don't play tricks with me. Bexley City is my territory. Do you really think you can overturn my power here?" I met his sneer with a cold smile. "Your territory? Do you truly believe a single city can stand against an entire nation?" Even as my words faded, the phone in his pocket shrilled. He glanced at the screen, froze, and hastily answered. "H-Hello, Mr. Cromwell, I—" The furious voice on the other end cut him off. "Austin, you ungrateful bastard! I invested in your pathetic little company, treated you with kindness, and now you've dragged me into disaster?"

Mom barked, clearly unable to stand us hugging. Noah pulled away first and smiled at me. I walked past Jace and slid into the front seat. Mom drove off without a goodbye—cold, final. “I don’t know what is wrong with you,” she muttered, eyes fixed on the road. “Mom, I’ve told you countless times. Noah is not a bad person.” “Then why does he have bad records? Records of murder? His father? I don’t like that family, okay? Can’t you just listen to me?”