Bad Woman 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.

"Okay, look you will have to understand that in this game, you really can't trust anyone and the people that you think do not know anyone and can never hurt a single soul most times, they are like the worst people in the world and you will be amazed at the things that they will do just to get ahead in life. I didn't see the woman as a saint. After all, she was a gold digger who was prepared to destroy the life of a child for her own benefits. I knew she had a very evil mind but what I did not understand was how she was able to actually get everyone to believe that she was not the bad one right there and the way she did was by looking like someone who could never hurt anyone and I also saw he

Lemme explain. Imagine this: a bad girl in school known for her devious, merciless nature and reputation suddenly shows up dressed up like—wanna say—Sleeping Beauty. What do you think is gonna happen? It's gonna be like the Apocalypse. Worst part? Her senior folks are gonna walk in with her. It's gon' be like a princess with two bodyguards. No—two devils! Why did I not think of this in all of my plans? "Uh... Ari... Ari..." A hand was being waved in front of me.

"She's always hanging around the executive floor. What, hoping to climb into the CEO's bed while his wife's away? Please. As if a man like him would look twice at her." "I've heard she jumps from one man to the next. Clients, coworkers—it doesn't matter. She'll flirt with anyone. Trash like that deserves to be thrown out." I listened to every insult in silence. Then I looked past Vanessa, directly at Dylan Mercer. "Do you think that too?" Every head turned toward him. Their expressions were filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were the unfortunate husband who had uncovered his wife's betrayal. Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as

You can’t tie yourself to just one tree. “Let me tell you, some scumbags are really bad—they deceive women, taking advantage of both their hearts and their bodies. “And once a woman gives too much, she can’t accept it when things go wrong. She becomes desperate, even suicidal. Women like that are just fools..." I quietly made my escape because I was exactly the kind of fool she was talking about. Sigh... This was tough. I went back to my room, and just then, the doorbell rang.

I gave them both one last smile and stepped out of the bathroom, my heels clicking against the tiles. For years, I’d played the role… the dutiful wife, the quiet woman, the “good girl” everyone expected me to be. But that woman had died in that stall, with his cock buried inside me while my husband begged outside the door. I paused in the hallway, fixing my hair in the mirror, my lipstick smudged and my eyes were wild. A dark smile tugged at my lips. “I’m done being the good girl,” I whispered to my reflection. “From now on… I do what I want. I take what I want. I want to be the bad girl.”

She does nothing to restrain her stiffening evil aura which is a sharp contrast to the white Matron’s from pressing against me, but the recent increase in my powers after the oath-taking meant my aura had also changed, making her’s negligible and unable to shake me. “Tsk-” the black matron scoffed. “I will only tell you this. Good people suffer the most hurt, and I have seen this happen time and time again, and then they put all their hopes on karma or a supreme being to revenge for them because they are weak. There is no karma, we the wicked are the karma.” She cackled wildly, looking like a vulture with her ugly wrinkled face and long neck, and continued towards the White matron.

Badmus curved himself into a ball in a bud to find a little bit of the warmth that he could find in the prison cell where he lay. His whole body felt like it was burning. The weather was cold , very cold . Yet there was no dirt of provision for him to rest his head. For the past many days , he had been going through one torture to the other. But he had refused to yield . There was no way he was going to yield. The only worry he had in his mind was the arrival of Tamina. How was Ruckus able to find her ? Not just find her , he equally brought her. Perhaps, a kidnap scenario. But that was a call for war . Going I to another pack to get someone out without any proper methods if approach was a g

“I sensed you're different. And you have the qualities I needed; brain, beauty, and motivation. I'll turn you into a Femme Fatale and you'll be my weapon to eliminate my enemy.” “A woman is a man's ultimate weakness. Cleopatra, Helen, and Delilah all have one thing in common: they wreak havoc on men's lives and are quite successful at it. You're like them. You have what it takes to succeed in anything you set your mind to.” Ember could see how delusional he was. “No! I refuse to be used as your tool for revenge!” She exploded, “You expect me to kill a man easily when I've never even shot a deer in my life!”

The bitch girl spoke up. "Yes king. Everyone knows she is a bad girl. Because of her many werewolves male cheated on their mate. She is a bad shadow. You should kill her king" The bitch queen spoke up. "King, as she is a bad girl I thought of making her the pack whore" James said and that's it. Anger rose into me. Black again took control over me. And the next moment, I just tore the bastard into pieces. Everyone screamed in fear. "How dare you talk like this about my mate" I shouted at everyone angrily.