Born To Be Bad Novels & Stories

The door groaned shut behind Ethan, the sound sealing like a coffin lid. Jax stood frozen for a moment, Ethan’s final words gnawing at the marrow of his bones. He’s already inside your club. Hellborn wasn’t just a patch. It was his lifeblood, the family he’d bled for, the men who carried him when the weight was too much. If Ethan was right—and God help him, some ugly part of him knew he was—then everything was tainted.

she wiped her tears. **** *** **** *** **** The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds were the loud, crazy moans and the slapping of laps. "Gosh" "More baby, more please" His d**k inside her filling all of her, every inch of her. She wants him so badly, she's a bitch afterall, her eyes rolled as he banged her madly, her loud moans filled the room. Kade Gilbert, a rich playboy notorious for his psychotic behavior, was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone, living life on his own terms, no matter how wild or bad they seemed.

What if he doesn’t know for sure? I’ve been unlucky my whole life. “Being born under a Black Moon makes you someone who’s fierce and has the power to change the world. Now, that change doesn’t always have to be bad, but it can be. It all depends on what you’re going to do with your life. Your intention. If you decide that you want to dedicate your life to being good, then why should that be a bad thing? I’m not saying that it’s not something difficult to handle, but being born under such a moon can be rewarding.”

He tried so much but the hold that poverty had on most downtrodden people was so strong that the only way he could have escaped it was to go back to his old ways, and he never did. In my life, I have seen very bad things happen to good people, and very good things happen to bad people. Life is so unfair that if you wait for good things to happen to you because you're a good person, or for bad things to happen to bad people because they deserve it, you are going to wait a long time for nothing. As I got deeper into the dark world of crime, I realized my father's mistake. This place we found ourselves living in, this part of the world...it is not meant for honest people, it is not made for goo

Dad said with finality. "No! No way! I will never accept them in our life! Never ever!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. That time, at my grade school days, shit went on and on. I learned not to trust anyone again. I made my old self vanished and replaced it with a new one. Someone who can't be bend. Someone who have bad ways. The used to be good girl before has changed. I became a rebel... And I became a bad girl.

Sia asked and the basketball court had gone even more silent than before. “Sia, that’s harsh. It’s not her fault she was born out of wedlock” Ama tried to defend and Sia nodded her head. “You are right Ama. I’ll tell you where she’s at fault. Her mother seduced a married man and gave birth to a child secretly for him. The married’s man wife died and she got married to him and then the daughter went around showing off the power of her father, treating the real daughter of the house like some unfortunate human being when she’s the unfortunate one” Sia replied with a bigger sneer.

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..."

The good and the bad nothing in between. The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys. The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.

My body felt out of control, and my heart would speed erratically. After that, I just learned to live with it. I was resigned to the thought that I was dying of some unknown disease. All I could do was pray that something would change. That there was a solution. That is— until the day at the club. I shake my head and refuse to think of that horrible day. When it happened once more, I stopped hoping and praying. I had never felt so forsaken in my life. I realized then that I was an abomination. I mean, I was born into a life of hell where my own father hates me and wishes I was never born. My mother is a slave to a man who uses her, and I’ve had to work or fight for every little thing I want.