Born To Be Bad Novels & Stories

She’s on Gossip @itsmecristy “Why do you keep selling me out?” “I don’t. We keep helping you cure your bitterness. Many men like you Mea, you look pretty, and you’ve got the fashion sense. You just act too boyish and most of them get turned off or scared.” Mea couldn’t believe she’s having this pep talk in a van with five sons of gods. She looked at them and saw no reaction. They were too busy watching the window, eating, sleeping, and on their phone to hear her and Renee’s babbling.

I would make you hurt so much, you would wish you had never been born! Her thoughts only made things worse. Worse because she was starting to lose hope, he was the hardest competition she had ever had. Other men had never outrightly insulted her or made their dislike for her known infact she doubted anyone of them disliked her. After all, she smirked, they were all the same.

"Let's see how well you did your job." My hands are shaking as I carefully unfold the piece of paper. My eyes scan over the dark letters on the paper before I begin to read aloud. "Born a bastard, an unwanted son. Born to live in his brother's shadow. Born to be cast out of his world. Born to be the leader of the rogues and destined mate to the one true Queen. Born to sacrifice his mate in order to be a savior of the wolves." Silently I read the words again with widened eyes. I try to commit the words to memory.

Some memories might still make you laugh when you look back at those days, maybe even a few happy tears dampen your cheeks when thinking of them. But, that same carelessness and the dream of freedom and life is what gets us killed. Life has been and will always be divided into evil and good. That is one thing we will never change. Everyone is born either evil or good. Already as a baby, your brain is either capable of certain things or not. Your experiences might delay the inevitable. Your life and memories might have that scale tipping, trying to balance itself. But eventually, where there is light, goodness will rise, and where there is dark, evil will rise, and the scale will come to stan

If they reached out—if they dared to choose love over legacy—then ancient bonds would shatter, and something unprecedented would rise from the ruins. Not peace without cost. Not unity without sacrifice. But a future no longer ruled solely by fear. The elders argued endlessly over the final line, for it was written in fractured script, translated and retranslated until meaning blurred: From blood and moonlight, a third path shall be born— Neither crown nor claw, but choice. And so the world waited. It waited as neon cities grew atop old battlegrounds. It waited as grudges hardened into doctrine. It waited as Maverick Delacroix learned to rule his hunger, and as Odessa Kingsleigh learned to sh

I don't know him messing things up again. "Don't worry Miss. Good and evil are relative. Someone isn't evil just because they are born to evil people. It's usually your own choice if you want to be evil or not, and also, the environment you grew up in as a child is important too. You just don't start doing bad things because of the blood in you" Fawn said.

I never asked to be born on this world, I did not choose to live nor to be reborn as the devil I am now. Not long ago, I was only Hannah, a happy beautiful girl and then my parents decided to mess me up. They decided that the only way for them to atone to their sins and make everything right was to punish me. Punish me for being born, punish me for existing and to slowly destroy and eradicate any evidence of their sins.

Mate less, disgusting, and unworthy of love. Why am I born this way? Why am I tormented just for living the life that is given to me? Why did they save me?!

I want to be good, but I am too damaged to be good. I shook my head and gave her a smile. “You are mistaken, Olivia. I am not a good man. It's my nature to be bad and wicked. "But you were the one that said no one is born into this word evil. The people around us either make us good or bad. And I am deciding that you are a good man.” A smile shadowed my lips at her innocent thought. “One person can't decide that someone is good or bad. Like I said, it is my nature. From the first day I was born, it was already decided that I would be the villain and not the hero.”

With utter disdain, I retorted, "If you think I'm going to forgive you, don't bother. Because I don't care about you anymore." I had almost already died once, so now it was time to start anew. Why should I bother getting angry about these useless things? "Go find your daughter. Rhea is your real daughter, anyway. I won't bother you guys anymore. Just let me live my own life."