Bad Mormon Novels & Stories

He wasn’t trying as hard to keep his voice down, as if he didn’t care if I overheard. Red glanced over his shoulder and caught me staring. He has the decency to flush a guilty russet color beneath his swarthy skin. God, how I hated his beautiful face in that moment, as I saw him for what he truly was at last. Saw him for who he really was; what my grandmother and I hadn’t wanted to see, and what Braiden clearly always had, right from the start... A beast. A monster. And a traitor. It wasn’t just a cute little sexy nickname anymore. And when I thought of it, finally facing it full on, it was so obvious it hurt.

Avery’s eyes burned as she crushed one of the notes into a ball. “He’s officially the worst human alive. He actually typed that garbage out himself? You’re sure?” I nodded weakly. “He said he wrote every word.” Avery spat the words through clenched teeth. “Unbelievable. Fvcking bastard. He’s not even human. He’s worse than the devil.”

"No. For being sick, I missed a semester exam. So... I am still Laura's junior in college and that's why I can't help her." "Help about what?" I asked. "Southern college is famous for two things. For education and bullies." My eyes widened. "She gets bullied? But her grandparent, I mean... your grandparent is so rich." "That doesn't matter there. They are more powerful and rich there. One of them is Nick, son of the prime minister. So stay away from him and his team." She warned me. But I don't care about myself. I am just too stunned to believe that they bully Laura Allen.

“My day, he takes all his anger out on me. It is even worse when he has been drinking.” “Gracie, does he hurt you?” I know the answer, but I want her to tell me. She looks me straight in the eye, fear flashing through them, and she nods. “In what way?” “Physically and emotionally. I don’t know which one is worse. He has never been the nicest man, but after my mom took her life, things got worse. He got worse.” Her mom took her own life. Yes, Gracie mentioned that her mom passed away, but she didn’t say much more. What has she done to deserve such a shitty hand when it comes to life?

I took my eyes off it and did as though I'd not seen it. She looked up at me. Meemah Dutse. "News reaching us says that this morning social commentator and blogger, Ahmadu Yar-Gombe, was charged to court on a three count charge of Slander, purposeful slander and maligned hate and slander with intention to incite others. Is this true?" I shook my head, trying to recollect if I'd heard any news about the man who had called me promiscuous and lascivious on national television getting arrested.

And not just because of his physical monstrosity, it's the way his gaze seems to penetrate deep through my dark core. I shook my head. It's not the time to overthink and trap myself into the endless loop of what-ifs and probably. I haven't forgiven myself for being careless and for not rounding up the complete list of everyone working inside the organization. The possibility that Bast is my uncle is eighty-twenty, in addition to that there's also a good chance that he was behind the fifty million dollars transfer on the offshore account that my biological mother has set up for me. I know fucked when I see one. And as I looked on the reflection of myself on the gleaming countertop, I saw a fa

She’s on Gossip @itsmecristy “Why do you keep selling me out?” “I don’t. We keep helping you cure your bitterness. Many men like you Mea, you look pretty, and you’ve got the fashion sense. You just act too boyish and most of them get turned off or scared.” Mea couldn’t believe she’s having this pep talk in a van with five sons of gods. She looked at them and saw no reaction. They were too busy watching the window, eating, sleeping, and on their phone to hear her and Renee’s babbling.

It was the first night he'd taken her out, and they'd spent the night at his place afterwards, sprawled out on his living room floor, lost in the chaotic, nihilistic world of Rick and Morty, while getting high on brownies and wine. He remembered how much she loved that show, and how her face had lit up when something funny happened. How she kept telling him her favourite character and her favourite scenes. How they'd talked about the scenes and what they meant. He remembered all too well how her face had lit up during the "Unity" episode—how they’d debated the tragedy of two people who were perfect for each other but toxic in their timing. It was the episode where Rick had fallen in love wit

Samara took a deep breath before saying, "M-m-mo… mommy." "Fucking hell!" Shawn cursed. He looked up to the sky as if he wanted to scream and protest at The Ones Above. When he looked back at Samara, his face looked tired. "What now?" "Mommy is in debt." "She's always in debt!" "But now... it's different. That man doesn't want to let go of mommy. And Sammy can't just sit still, especially now, when mommy is ready for rehab," said Samara.

The door groaned shut behind Ethan, the sound sealing like a coffin lid. Jax stood frozen for a moment, Ethan’s final words gnawing at the marrow of his bones. He’s already inside your club. Hellborn wasn’t just a patch. It was his lifeblood, the family he’d bled for, the men who carried him when the weight was too much. If Ethan was right—and God help him, some ugly part of him knew he was—then everything was tainted.