Bad Tales Novels & Stories

Samara gives her the finger as she greedily hooks into her own chocolate thick shake. We spend most of lunch listening to Kiarra's funny stories. She met a few people that were staying in the same hotel and went out partying with them, which apparently was the wildest night of her life. She had us in a fit of laughter as she explained how she ended up naked in the back of a van with some guy named Billy, due to a card game gone wrong. I shake my head at her as I wipe my eyes. She isn't one to be that crazy, which makes it even funnier.

For all of their meanness they were men who simply thought evil thoughts and exercised them by spiteful little acts - certainly, they wished others harm and often - but were more likely, like Baden, to have others do it, or, like Billy, sneakily plant a bomb in a crowded market place if he had had the chance. They tussled, and it was a comic sight. Baden’s lanky arms got wrapped up in the curly wire of the old-fashioned receiver, while Billy wrapped his arms around Baden’s waist in an ineffective hug of death. The sound and fury brought Eloquentia running from the bedroom and, as she swung open the study door to see her lanky husband and a diminutive stranger engaged in a furious, dancing sc

She crooned to him quietly. “I’ve been Bad my whole life!” He sobbed, clutching her tightly, as if he would fall off the face of the Earth if he let go. “I know.” She said, gently urging him to rise back to his feet. She dried his tears herself. “But today, will you choose to be Good?” ****************************

How dare he! I blinked my eyes that were already widened like saucers. "Yah, you..." "Come in." He cut me off while shoving his hands inside the pockets, looking as cool as ever. Yeah, I know. He is not that bad. But the thing is, he is not the one for me. In my story, Aaron is the male lead. But the story seems too soon to be ended. I stood up, as well as Rhia and went inside the cabin. Peter told me his mother got a stroke about four months ago and got paralysed.

Watching my best girl though, turn into a blushing mess every time he comes around was an added bonus and kinda the cherry on the cake for me, and trust me there was lots of that. It's not like I expect it to carry on now that I'm back on my feet again, at least not on his part, but I'm still grateful for all he'd done. I suppose that lapse in his usual character must have been as a result of some kind of guilt over what happened even though it was in no way his fault. God, Caden is the most confusing and utterly frustrating human being I've ever been opportuned to meet in my life. The bell goes off somewhere in the school hallway, dragging me back to the chaos in here and reminding me that

beginning with his annoying voice. "'What's up'? Are you f*cking asking me 'what's up'? You f*cking lied to me, that's what's up! Kept yapping on and on about how we'll be f*cking partners in f*cking crime! But where were you when things went south?" "Babe___"

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 the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero