Bad To Me Novels & Stories

You don’t get to punish me for not breaking the way you expected. I am not yours anymore. And if that burns you, good. Because your touch doesn’t make me feel special. It makes me feel sick. And just so you know? Bad angle for kissing. #TheGlassWife #PagesIllDeleteLater #IDoesntBelongToYou #BadKisser”

Because she deserved to be stung. Not just an idiot. Not just stupid. But bad. I am bad. I am bad, and broken, and horrible, and I hate him and I hate myself and I want to die. It was a very, very dark plane ride.

I failed my child, I failed myself, I failed as a mother, I failed in everything! "I'm a bad person," I muttered, hitting my fingers on my lap. "I'm a bad person. I'm a bad person. I'm a bad person, I'm a bad person...." I kept on muttering as mom got up and pulled my body closer to hers. I sobbed harder. "I killed my baby, I'm a bad person. I killed my baby, I'm a bad person." "No, no you're not." Mom spoke softly as she patted me. "There was nothing you could do. You're not a bad person, my dear. You're not..."

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

Least of all me. ---

I didn’t feel bad about this, even though I knew it probably should. “I didn’t mean to snap at you,” I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. “I’m upset. I’m not upset. I feel like a bad person.” Adrian squeezed his arms tighter around me. “You are not a bad person. You wouldn’t know the first thing about being a bad person.” “You’re biased.” “Absolutely.” He paused. “Do you… do you want to go? I think everyone would understand if you decided not to… but I also think everyone would understand if you wanted to.”

It still hurts but I can tolerate the pain. My eyes went to my mate sleeping with her head resting on the wooden table. The chair looked very uncomfortable and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I slowly walked my way to her. She looked so peaceful sleeping. My hands moved the hair strands covering her face. The familiar sparks ran through my hand making me sigh. My hand brushed her blushed red cheeks and I lowered myself to her level. "I am sorry I am doing this. I want to say goodbye but I can’t. The more I wait the more danger you will be." I said as I kept stroking her cheeks.

For a while, neither of them said anything. “I’m not mad at you.” Damian said gently. Now, all the adrenaline had drained out of him, and he was visibly less coiled up than before. “I need you to know that. None of this is about you doing anything wrong.” “Then what’s this about?” “It’s about the fact that you’ll say everything’s fine and handled and not a big deal when that’s not the case.” He said. “I don’t like hearing about what happened to you from someone that’s practically a stranger. When something happens to you, I need you to tell me.”

I open a message to her again. I am sorry if I was coming across as pushy outside, but I know you are lying. I know you are hurt. I also know you won’t tell me what happened since we barely know each other. Just know that if you need to talk, I am here, without judgment, brown eyes xx I will be the first to admit I am an asshole, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart. I hate knowing anyone is hurting in silence. I know first-hand what it is like.

“Nora….talk to me; what are you scared of?” “I’m scared…..” a violent shudder escapes me, before I spew the heaviest words ive ever bottled. “That you’ll see how imperfect I am; you’ll realize there;s a lot of ugliness inside me, and you’ll pull away from me…..you’ll run for the hills once you realize I am more damaged than anyone else in the world. What Asher did to me, what my supposed mother, Stephan, and now the hell I have to swallow because you and Blair are friends….it’s killing me inside.”