Born To Be Bad Novels & Stories

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

I type a reply that is half useless, half helpful. Me: ignore them. Liv: I can’t ignore them if they are being so loud. What doesn’t she understand? I hate that woman. Mrs Beckham wasn’t always this bad but things have changed. Sadly, kids always have to suffer for their parents’ decisions yet they are never asked for their opinions before parents make those decisions. Why birth them? Me: sorry. Don’t think about it. After a moment’s thought, I pick up my phone to send a new text. I might regret it.

I saw how pitiful she was, so I used your money to help her. Mitbahl felt a rush of blood to his head. He jabbed at his phone with force. [Can't help but love: Did our mother accidentally lose your brain when she gave birth to you? How can a woman get prostate cancer?!🤬] [Princess: Huh, it's because of heartless individuals like you that the world is so dark!🙄] Mitbahl: ... Just then, someone who had been lying dormant in the group spoke up.

I didn’t even know how to console him. “It’s okay. I just feel bad because that guy made me who I am today, and he is not even around to witness me cherish this life. He took me off the streets and helped me to be the son that my parents always wanted. He made me a somebody, and how did I thank him? It breaks me that he sees me as his enemy to this day. If he hadn’t made a promise to my mom that he would take care of me, he would have killed me by now.”

I managed to ask, my throat tight. “My father’s… journal. His private writings. Not the one you have. Another. He… boasted of it. Of how they crafted the lie. He said the Ashborne line was a threat to the… natural order.” His words were coming faster now, the serum pulling the truth from him like poison from a wound. “He showed me the forged documents himself. Told me it was my first lesson in real power. The power to shape reality with a lie.” My vision swam. I could see it, a young Kaiden, being groomed by a monster, taught that betrayal was strength. “Why did you not speak? Why did you let them die?”

"Hmph! When I tried to help you, you didn't believe me! You're naturally bad-hearted, a born bad seed. You reap what you sow." Hannah didn't even glance at her. She brought it on herself. How could she blame her for not saving her? Is it really that hard to be a good person?! "How could I be a born bad seed? What nonsense are you spouting? I do good things too. These days with the heavy snow, if there's a disaster, I'd donate to the disaster area." She had done many things in the past that wronged others. But those things were in the past.

“You? What pressure could you possibly have? You have everything.” I let out a bitter laugh, keeping my voice low. “Money, yes. Everything else?” I shook my head. “My parents don’t even remember my birthday half the time. The house is always empty. I throw parties and start fights just so someone anyone will notice I exist. Pretty pathetic, right?” She didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt… honest. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” she said finally, her voice softer than before. “Act out just to be seen.”

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

"Why is he doing that? You know, when I was a child, my mama always tell me. That no one is born evil. That people are not born to be a bad person. We were driven to do bad. It got me thinking, what happened to him to be like that?" "Glenda, there are people that are just bad, and we can't do anything about that. You know? Like, Theodore Bundy. There investigations, documentaries done to prove that he was not born evil. But, his family are religious, there's evidence that he was abused, so? Why did he kill all those women?" "Oh, my God! You really are a nerd when it comes to that kind of topic." Glenda couldn't help herself but laugh. Not long after, Mike was laughing.

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...