Bad Tales Novels & Stories

Author's pov : In a room of a five star hotel.. Cathie and Daniel are lying on the couch... panting heavily.. after having sex.. "It was great", Cathie said after calming her breath. "Hmm..", Daniel hummed. Cathie said in her mind, 'Hmm.!? Can't he say something good..? Arrghh!! ' .............. Cathie Adams, a 23 years old young...beautiful girl is obsessed with Daniel Christopher, a young, arrogant, handsome billionaire. Cathie loves photography and she has her own studio too apart from her father's business in which she works as a CEO.

“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t think I can believe Tyler is not exactly a bad person. I did tell you about the girl he bullied until she had to leave Edwin and Co. right?” “Yeah, but aren’t you being a bit biased here? The BBC bullied her and Heather happens to be a member of this same Bad Boys Club so technically they all share the blame. And don’t forget you told me that Heather is not exactly who I think she is, so think of Tyler that same way.”

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

“Boston wasn’t exactly the clean slate I hoped for.” Sienna glanced at him. “You left the badge?” He gave a humorless laugh. “The badge left me. You can’t keep investigating what the department’s being paid to ignore.” That landed heavier than she expected. They stopped inside a half-collapsed warehouse. Cole pulled a tarp aside, revealing a hidden stash — gear, weapons, maps, burner phones. Sienna stared, then raised a brow. “You keep an apocalypse kit?” “Learned it from your boyfriend,” he said dryly. “Jax never trusted a world that told him to play by its rules.”

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

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.

one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five She was a bad person. She was a bad person. She was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was evil. Lila was evil. Lila was evil. If something was said enough times then it was believed, wasn't it.

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