Bad Woman Novels & Stories

It was as if the world was looking at her as the most evil woman on earth. She went home with regret in her chest. The woman who had entered the age of 45 realized that she had turned into a psychopath who was after her life. She remembered how yesterday she wanted Caroline and her future baby dead, but now that her plan had succeeded, she was scared herself. "Why did I become such a bad person?" Delia cried to herself. She wailed as she grabbed her hair, trying to erase the memories in her head. Jake, who had just returned from out of town, was shocked to see his mother crying on the sofa. He ran over and asked what was going on, but instead of answering, Delia became even more hysterical.

They were hungry. The chat scrolled faster than I could read. @ChiTownMom: okay this woman is worse than we thought. way worse. like genuinely evil. @SweetLikeHoney: i actually feel sick. she almost killed her best friend and now she's trying to destroy her reputation on top of it??? what kind of person does that @BeautyByBella: this is straight up psychological warfare. she's not just a bad friend. she's dangerous. @LurkerDan: i'm gonna throw up. can she just go away forever? like permanently?

I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m the bad guy. I’ve been the bad guy ever since people found out I was cheating on my mate. I know cheating on mates is a bad thing, but I have a high libido. Sally could never keep up and honestly, I don’t find her that attractive. I know she is seen as a saint with her wonderful and forgiving personality. I’m seen as the bad guy, the cheater, the unfaithful one.

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

“They don’t exist.” She chuckled. “You have weirder imagination, Percie.” I stood up. “You have no idea. That woman here before, I think of her as a zombie with a horn and fangs. She has no brains, but she whispers to everyone and takes them to her lair, then eats their brains, skins them, then drains their blood, and throws them afterward.” She giggled. Did she just giggle? ”You’re gonna be a good writer, Percie.”

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

"But I feel so bad for them, she came all the way from New York and she has no family here, no one it's just so unfair." "You learned all that in the last hour and fifteen minutes?" What the fuck is up with women anyway? It's like they meet each other and shit just starts spilling out. "Well yeah, what's wrong with that? Anyway I think it's awful that she has to go through this and she has no way of getting back to her family, she's ashamed..."

I stared at the ceiling, feeling nothing but tiredness and exhaustion. I'm still a girl. I still have a soft spot. I can still feel the pain. I may be strong outside but I'm weak inside. I may be smirk and show I'm all fine when there's people around but I'm unmasking myself and then cry pitifully when I'm finally alone. I may be a bad girl but I still have the heart. But they just broke it and I'm just tired fixing the shattered pieces of it.

"Well, I'll tell that it's quite the compliment hearing you say that if you stop standing so close and trying to suffocate me to death with that awful perfume you're wearing." I snap at her, tired of the annoying high and mighty attitude she's fronting with me. Funny how she's the most cowardly of the three and is usually never heard without the other two. Yet here she is, trying to play little miss boss bitch with me. Maybe there's just something about me, maybe something written on my forehead that draws the mean people to me and makes even the least of them think they can push me under their thumb snd press hard. "How dare a scheming little slut like you say that to me?"