Bad Reputation Bad Reputation Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

Only then did she realize she had walked right into the lion's den. If she didn't offer something today, she might not make it out. "Mr. Carson, aren't you afraid of tarnishing your reputation by doing this?" Whitney questioned. Daniel chuckled. "Ms. Sutton, are you kidding me? Tarnishing my reputation? What reputation? Unlike you entrepreneurs with your shiny and glamorous reputation, my reputation in Steinberg has never been good. "I do despicable things, yes. And today, I'm going to do you, who's from the upper echelons!"

"I mean three years ago. When you thought I was an arrogant bastard and I thought you were a cold fish." "I still think you're an arrogant bastard." "And I still think you're a cold fish." Sebastian's grin was soft. "But I like your cold fish face." Damian snorted. "That's the worst compliment I've ever received." "I'm working on my romance skills." "Keep working." Sebastian reached over and turned on the radio. Static crackled. He scrolled through stations—pop, rock, talk radio, more static—until he landed on something familiar. Taylor Swift.

“It's not easy for me to forget their deaths, let alone the bad image that people have of Jeffry Langham and his wife. Gosh, if I could find someone or anyone who could eliminate their bad press, I would be very grateful. Grace's smile began to appear, albeit faintly. Celine's words encouraged her. “That bad news could affect your career, Celine.” “Ah.” Celine snapped her fingers. The twinkle in her eyes made her look excitedly at her aunt. “That's exactly what I mean. I can't forget the bad past, every human being has a bad side that they want to hide, right? You don't want others to uncover it and reveal it to the public especially when you have millions of followers and fans like me.” Cel

He put his arms around me and hugged me closer. "What's wrong, baby?" he whispered. "Bad girl at the party threatened me to steal you away from me, so I'm going to make you feel so good that you won't think about anyone else but me," I pouted. "Bad girl? What bad girl? Remind me to send her a thank-you note later," he chuckled. "That black-haired witch!" I exclaimed. "Who...oh, do you mean Shelby? Why would she try to steal me?" he sounded confused.

JORDI ADKINS I think it was the popular Disney star who turned into a popstar Miley Cyrus who sang such quote “misery loves company”. I don’t remember exactly what song was that but she put it out there and it was a hit. It hit me right through the core. Looking at my current situation right now, I might have to agree with her. It’s been over a week since I was joined by the unpleasant company of misery and so far, I’m still breathing though my head still feels like it’s submerged underwater.

“Say what you want, Harper. But if you think you’re walking away tonight, you’re dumber than you look.” Harper laughed — a sound too smooth, too sure. “Still the same old soldier. All threat, no leash.” His eyes slid to Sienna. “You know, Doc, you’ve got a bad habit of picking dangerous men. First that little disaster back in residency, and now him. What is it about broken toys that makes you want to fix them?” Sienna’s stomach dropped. How does he know about residency? Her mind flashed back — the sleepless nights, the boyfriend who bruised her wrists and called it love, the reason she built walls around her heart. No one knew except Kelly.

“You want to throw words around? Fine, because I was just about to say the same thing about you.” “Difference is, I don't go around accusing innocent people.” “You also don't give people much reason to trust you.” I turned slowly. “Excuse me?” He shrugged, a little too carelessly. “You walked up to a stranger in a bar, refused to give him your name, slept with him then packed your bag to leave the next morning like nothing happened.” “That's what we agreed on,” I was almost yelling. “Maya, I…” “Don't say my name!”

She waved him off and he drove away. I was furious, angry....... wait, why was I angry? Fûck him, fûck her. I headed upstairs and into my room. My room was grey in colour. It had all the right things. I decided to listen to some kpop. I on my iPad and into my play list. I was fûcking tired right now. I played home by the famous boy band BTS. I wonder why people like them but they really have good songs and fans. I was tired. I was in the mood for sèx, I tried calling Ashley but she isn't picking.

“The day you agreed to be my fuck mate, Isabella. You are mine. Every single damn thing, including your life, belongs to me for a month.” She pulled away forcefully, wiping her nose with the back of her shaking hand. “I don’t care anymore! I don’t care! I'm not interested in your so called stupid deal!” she yelled. “Alright then,” he shrugged. “I’ll upload it.” Her chest tightened, her breath hitching in horror. “I thought you were different,” she whispered, her eyes burning with disappointment. “I thought you helped me. I thought maybe… maybe I could finally trust someone without them wanting something in return.”

We have only known one another for a couple of days. We arrive home. Gracie says a quick goodbye, telling me she will see me at seven, then rushes out of the car and heads inside. She is always rushing away from me. I groan, annoyed. I wish she would give me something, anything. I don’t like the way she closes up around me. It is frustrating. I understand it. I don’t tend to open up to anyone either. You need to trust people to open up to them. I don’t trust anyone. It is better that way. It means people can’t fuck you over or destroy you.