Bad Time Trio Novels & Stories

The girl wore dark green track pants and a plain fitted white blouse. Kent walked forward, noticing the dominating appeal she had. “I’m Kent Lin, model, so are my brothers,” he gestured to them and extended his hand. “Mea Del Bien, photographer,” the woman asked. “These are my friends, they’re not models.” The three women looked at her disappointed. They can’t believe that was her introduction. Before they could introduce themselves, Erric spoke from behind his brothers. “We’re hiring.” He stepped forward while taking his phone from his pocket and handing it forward. “Vacation photographer.”

he said softly, “can we go somewhere where nobody calls me ‘Alpha’s mistake’?” My heart shattered. “Yes, baby. Somewhere far away.” We left before dawn. No goodbyes. No messages. Just silence. But on the plane, I sent David one final text: This is the end. From now on, you’ll never see us again. By the time the sun rose over Blazetooth Pack, Joseph and I were already miles away. And for the first time in five years, the bond between us and the Alpha began to die.

They watched. The Unbound Triad had risen. And nothing would ever be the same.

“Thanks, Higgins. Higgins, let me ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Are you a triplet?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, Barry, as a matter of fact I am.” “Did you know that Dianna is also a triplet?” Wrecked as his face was, it could not conceal the shadow that surfaced. “No, Barry. I did not know that.” His throat tightened, voice falling significantly in volume as he supplemented, “But I know Maya is . . . ” “What is this?” Ritter said. He held the needle aloft, a grotesque accent to the revelations happening.

Louis said, rejecting Josh's request quickly. "What do you mean, are you saying that they're involved in a love triangle, is that it?" asked Josh, looking at Louis very seriously. "Yes, that's what I gathered from their conversation. That's why I don't want you to get to know her before I'm officially together with her. And don't try to stab me in the back, just in case you get caught..." "Hey, is that what you think of me? Just so you know, I'm not as bad as you think! Do you think I'd take something that belongs to my best friend? How dirty you think I am, tsk!"

“Oh my God, girl. You’re officially in the rich boy love triangle of doom. This is like Gossip Girl on steroids. You need holy water.” I snorted, covering my mouth so no one saw. “It’s not a love triangle.” “It’s a triangle,” he said, counting on his fingers. “Two hot rich boys. One emotionally exhausted janitor’s daughter with a great ass. Math, baby.” “Jules!” I hissed, laughing despite myself. “Okay, but seriously. You need a plan to pull yourself out of the drama. These boys will eat you alive if you let them.” I sighed, leaning my head on my palm. “I’m not picking anyone. I’m done with both of them.” He gave me a look like *yeah right.* “You say that now, but—”

The moment they left, I started to consider if Jamie was only pretending to be a bad boy or if this is just an act. After a few more minutes of trying to get to know him, for instance, like his hobby, he loves football and art, would you have thought the bad boy could draw. His favourite food is macaroni and cheese. Jamie's dad is a billionaire, and he loves macaroni and cheese. I thought he would be a spoiled rich boy who picks on people, but I guess I judged him before getting to know him. Even though I wanted to know more, I felt tired, so I told him I was getting sleepy, and we called it a night.

she wiped her tears. **** *** **** *** **** The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds were the loud, crazy moans and the slapping of laps. "Gosh" "More baby, more please" His d**k inside her filling all of her, every inch of her. She wants him so badly, she's a bitch afterall, her eyes rolled as he banged her madly, her loud moans filled the room. Kade Gilbert, a rich playboy notorious for his psychotic behavior, was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone, living life on his own terms, no matter how wild or bad they seemed.