Bad To Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

"Grayson, it's just a cabinet! Can't Bobby just apologize to Alicia?" Grayson's voice was low, cold, sending a shiver down her spine. "These are trophies Alicia earned in competitions. They can't be bought with money. You think a simple apology solves this?" Sandra opened her mouth, but no words came. Bobby, however, erupted. "Why should I? I'm not apologizing to a mistress's daughter!" Grayson turned sharply, stunned. "What did you just say?" Sandra tried to cover her son's mouth, but it was too late.

"Ember, you're not lowly at all. You're worth more than people with hearts full of malice." He cast me a look of cold disdain. And just like that, the sharp ache returned. In this life, just as in the last, Harry never believed me.

The rain hadn’t stopped. It fell in thin silver threads, drumming against the cabin roof with quiet persistence. Sienna sat by the dying fire, the laptop glowing in front of her like an open wound. The words still burned across the screen: CALL ME WHAT YOU MADE ME. Her reflection stared back at her — pale skin, tired eyes, hair clinging damply to her face. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept in weeks. Maybe she hadn’t. She closed the laptop slowly, as if afraid it might bite, then turned toward the couch.

Why did I let my selfish act get the best of me? “No,” I screamed, I can’t believe this, “Adrian!” I screamed, if only he could come back, I will tell him that I don’t care anymore, I don’t care if he releases all the pictures and audios of me to the world. I don’t care where he wants to release them as long as he would come back to me, as long as he would love me and stay by my side. “Adrian, please come back, I don’t care anymore,” I screamed, my strength has left me finally and I slumped beside a gutter, I didn’t care, I wanted to fall inside it so that I can go to him but the fall was too short, it won’t do any damage except bruising me.

I swallowed hard. I'm not, I'm not better than that. I'm a terrible person, I deserve it all.

God, how embarrassing. Brit and I were always close. But I am tired of swaying in the background. Being wallpaper sucks. Being wallpaper is background noise. Everyone who enters a room looks at a table; the last thing they notice is the wallpaper. And that's how it's always been to me. I am the wallpaper of Brittany's decorative table. And it's so fucking unfair and intolerable. I can't stand it.

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

Damn. I get out of bed with limp motivation and enter my bathroom. While brushing my teeth, the looming thoughts swim free in my mind. I mean, look at me. I, Jessica Williams, am a horrible person, friend, and a waste of space. I can't even hold onto a relationship without it falling apart.

he mumbles tiredly, rubbing his eyes. "I heard," I whisper. He raises a dark eyebrow at me. "Eavesdropper." "I know. Anger Management, huh?" "Bullshit, isn't it?" he growls, looking annoyed. "Well..." I shrug one-shouldered. "You do get in a lot of fights." "So do a lot of people." "Not as much as you," I say gently. "It's getting bad, Finn." He exhales deeply through his nose. "Damn it."