Bad Woman Novels & Stories

Leaning back in her seat, she started, “A big bad wolf is usually the most misunderstood one in the pack, someone who’s responsible for everyone. Everyone watches his every step and every expectation of him is high. They do all they can to protect what they have, which sometimes comes with a lot of bad.” I stared at her, unsure of why her words hit so deep in me. It was as if she... knew me. The real me. Despite knowing of my duties, the women in my world considered me the villain, all because I killed and maimed and tortured our enemies to keep our home safe, but this woman, a stranger, thought of this in a new light, one I hadn’t in long. “What if the big bad wolf is just... bad?”

He had too many secrets and had done many wicked things. On a deserted road late at night, a girl walked alone. Helen took heavy steps along the path. On the outside, Helen presented herself as an arrogant and domineering girl. Today, she had successfully broken off her engagement with Peter, so she went to a bar to drink. While there, she overheard that the girl she had bullied earlier had quit her job. Helen pretended not to care, but deep down, she felt guilty. In truth, Helen wasn’t a bad person, but she had been spoiled since childhood, truly a princess.

“Many wolves, pack and rogues, think that because we are made up of rogues, we can take in many riff raff. We don't. Some rogues, some really terrible ones try to come in here and stir shit up. The Guia gives them the option of leaving peacefully on their own two legs or as a corpse. As you can tell, many choose to be stubborn.” “And she kills them all?” “Most of them. Usually, the ones who had… terrible pasts.” “Terrible… how?” “Abusers. Rapists. Child molesters. You know, the worst of the worst. I think she delights in their pain, in knocking them off their illusion of being a big bad wolf. By the time she kills them, they are a sniveling mess. She is a badass.” “Hmm.” Yes, she is. I watch

It made you look like a fucking crippled grandma. As I walked down the sidewalk, something caught my attention through my peripheral. I turned my head to see what had caught my eye, and saw Jacob Broder standing along the fence looking over the water across the street, lookin' pretty damn comfortable next to a short blonde chick that stood next to him. My eyes narrowed as I turned my entire focus on them. This shithead had better not be doing what I thought he was doing. I watched from the other side of the street as Jacob and the girl stood next to each other, and as that fucking sly wanker slipped his arm around the girl's waist, pulling her closer to his side. Oh, that motherfucking piece

I asked, trying to keep my posture firm—the same way I had done my whole life at school to never show weakness. "No, you don't know me, and you don't need to. But I decided to give you a piece of advice, woman to woman." She turned around, crossing her arms and evaluating me from head to toe with disdain. "Damian is a brutal man. He is reckless and sadistic behind closed doors. He uses and takes women in bed like they're nothing but bitches, turns them inside out, and hurts them for pure pleasure. An innocent, chubby little girl like you doesn't stand a chance. You’re going to be torn apart on your first night."

I don't have half their beauty or refinement. Since the day I met Moon, I've been creating sexual fantasies about him. I hate to admit that I'm no different than a lot of women and find bad boys attractive. Hell, Moon blows the other bad boys out of the water. I've been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and convince myself that he may not be as bad as he's portrayed. I knew he wasn't exactly crime free, but when it came to murder, drugs, and guns I thought maybe he's misunderstood. If that isn't stupid, I don't know what is.

Funny how she does not feel like a bad person even after blackmailing another human, another woman. Well, the best people to be manipulated are the manipulators themselves. A pound of flesh.

Of course, I was up to something and yes I was up to no good. I raised my hands in surrender. “Yes, you got me I am up to no good. And that’s because I have been pressured to go back to being the bad girl.” She squealed. “No way! You’re really going to finally get back at the Bad Boys Club for humiliating you?” I nodded. She covered the space between us and hugged me while screaming loud enough to burst my eardrums. “Yes! Now we can have some drama liven this place up.” She pulled back and looked up into my face. “Tell me all about it! What have you got planned? “

In his eyes, every woman was dispensable, but why wasn't she the same? He stared at the way her long hair swayed as she walked away from him. He slowly started to walk towards her, but stopped again in his tracks when she spoke again, her voice heavy with sadness. “I'm not a good woman. In fact, I'm a terrible horrible woman. It wasn't just an evil thought. I've done things that are beyond what you could ever imagine. I have used people and betrayed them. I have blood on my hand, blood that will never go away. I-I’m not a good person at all.” she suddenly turned around, this time, she was no longer docile. Even though she sounded emotional like she was on the verge of tears, her eyes were fi

The question is: what kind of person is this woman? "I'm a hybrid Serena. I was the first mix of wolf, vampire, and witch. 3 blood was coursing through my veins, making me more powerful than anyone on the planet. A wolf with the ability to be strong, a vampire with the ability to easily heal, and a witch with the ability to perform extensive magic.Yet most of the magic I did was bad magic. So if I were you, I would be good. " We didn't do anything other than run. However, what the woman said was the thing running through my head. She said that she only used bad magic. So I wonder if what she did to me or made me see through the palace was real or not.