Badboy Mga Nobela at Kwento

What was I seriously thinking? That a kiss will change anything? This isn’t a movie or a high school romance, the Badboy doesn’t end up with the nerd. Hell, I will finish high school without a boyfriend and I will die a virgin. He should have walked away. I would pick his silence over his words. We are not friends so why did he kiss me? Oh, I get it. To prove a point. I was nothing more than a little experiment to the jerk.

Dylan says. I roll my eyes, “I miss you too.” “Soooo,” Tommy starts, “How was your first day?” “It was...interesting. I made 2 friends. Charlie and Maddy.” “Charlie! Who said you could speak to boys?” Ryan says. “Calm down, Charlie is short for Charlotte. You’ll be happy to know that all of the boys I have interacted with so far are complete assholes so I will definitely not be pursuing any of them.” “They were assholes to you? What did they do? Do we need to come kick their asses?” Tommy asks in rapid succession.

I didn’t really expect him to sing with me but here we are. Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

Be safe, my sweet little Beta. Oh, and happy 31st birthday. Your forever fated clad in leather, The Bad-boy of Our Trio Solaris Aelia Ulrich Penn

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

I was about to open the door and leave when he started talking. "Erm Leo, I'm Eric Ricardo Delgado, born in Chadderton, Manchester, England, United Kingdom... Fourth of July." I stopped midway- To listen. "I hate raisins." He said softly. "I'm not scared of death, just the thought of an unlived life. I chew gum more than anything. I have panic attacks when I'm in closed spaces. I get easily paranoid. I smoke when I'm stressed, worried and anxious. I can't stand cats but I love dogs. I'm scared of cats. I was diagnosed with bulimia at thirteen, I'd like to think I'm cured of it now but it comes and goes. It comes when I'm restless.. with you I'm never restless."

*Boom* And the world grew dark

SEE YOU IN HELL SON OF A BITCH! ^^^^^^

Told you, that girl is dangerous. Max, however, couldn't control himself. He started laughing like a hyena. Heck! Why was his laughter so contagious? Before, it was just Alex but now that I think about it, I think all bad boys when they laugh, they make people start laughing too but well, it might be just me who thinks that. But then again, maybe it's because they rarely laugh and when they do actually laugh, they sound so much like the villains in comedy movies whose laugh are like big HA HA HA HA ! See, I told you, it is so funny. I bet you're currently laughing right now. Since he was laughing his ass off a bit too much, he slump down on the floor and hugged his belly tightly. I know it h