Born To Be Bad Novels & Stories

she cursed with so much bitterness in her voice. Alex turned to look at her, this time around straight in the eye, " how about you pearl? What makes you think you are any different? If she is a gold digging bitch, then you are more worse than her, has anyone ever told you that you are not only a gold digging bitch you are a shamelessly, trashy, spoilt and a big disgrace to womanhood?" He smirk when he saw the look of shock on pearl's face, Alex was very sure she was not expecting him to say something like that to her, " if you speak something bad to Serena again, I will not only disgrace you publicly, I will make sure you leave Salazar family with nothing to your name, don't mess with me ste

that is love. He can fight with anything in his life except one thing..his badluck...his badluck of letter A ..because of some series of events happened in his past, he started believe in these things.. So what happen..when he will get love who will become his badluck...that's really gonna be treat to see.. Ava - 23 years old.. The most carefree..bubbly girl ..she Believed in making her own way..even where there is sign board of no entry..

"Ahmm, the third type, actually I just came from Dr. Quazano." She bit her lips and smiled. "Oh, so you have a lot of necros." "Actually, it's the opposite," I replied. I can't believe it. I've been reborn as useless shit in this world. Why does the world want me to suffer? I always start at the very bottom like a piece of shit. Though I am smart, and I have my other soul but for me, what I need here is a necro. I need lots of it.

I smack him. “Oh, don’t be so surprised. You know we were born shit out of luck. But it’s fine, many have it even worse.” “Do they?” “Yes.” I say with a voice that clearly says this is not something I will negotiate. The sadistic belief in me that there has to be some people with even worse luck in their lives than me won’t let me realize just how shitty life I’ve had. It’s a form of denial, but it does me good. “We have each other, don’t we?”

He is no better than me if he thought what happened tonight was romantic, only a psycho would think that but I don't have the right to say that because I'm just as bad as him. It's not our fault though, it's our nature. It's a mafia thing, being in the mafia turned your world upside down, even worse if you were born in it. You are basically born upside down, born on the dark side of the world and usually there's no escape from it. Allison tried escaping it, well I mean he did for a while until my father started back targeting him leading him into stress and going back to his old ways. Nobody can really escape their fate if they're born into it.

Because she deserved to be stung. Not just an idiot. Not just stupid. But bad. I am bad. I am bad, and broken, and horrible, and I hate him and I hate myself and I want to die. It was a very, very dark plane ride.

Sylvia cried as she was being dragged and for the first time ever, screamed and cursed at her son, “This is all your fault! The village is ruined because of you! I should not have birthed a son like you. I curse the day I met your father. I curse the day I conceived you. I curse the day I birthed you……..” The curses went on and on until it was not heard anymore. Soon after, it was replaced by the screams and pleas of the girls and women as the men had their way with them. Wilson could only scream and curse and struggle but that was as much as he could do. He was so filled with rage and hatred for them and himself, he slowly ran mad. And all that was left in his mind was ‘This is all my fault

They say man wasn't born wicked. Instead, man taught man to be wicked. And this saying was actually true. Bankole, Martin, Joel, Jessica, Opeoluwa and Grace: all six of them hadn't been born this way. They didn't use to be kids who derived pleasure in other people's sufferings, weaknesses or flaws. They used to be nice kids. That was until they realized how cruel the human race could be. For Bankole, it all started with his mom leaving. His peers begun teasing him, saying no female would ever love him, since his own mom couldn't.

Raina crossed her arms and mused, “Honestly, these people are pathetic. They always think a few offhand remarks don’t mean much. But they don’t realize—the more casual the cruelty, the deeper the wound.” Bastian never chose how he was born. Who would want to be born a despised illegitimate child, a rat scurrying in the gutters, a thug rolling in the mud? He had been pushed into it—by people like them. ***

Every bad girl needs a list and I've got the perfect one. ◇WAYS TO BE BAD AND LET THE WORLD KNOW THAT YOU ARE BAD◇ You aren't bad until you can wear all pink and still have everyone scared of you. -almost every day. You aren't bad until you've broken into the enemy's house. -did it twice. You aren't bad until you have a natural thirst for vengeance. - it fuels me. You aren't bad until you've to punch someone you detest in the face. - and I'd do it a second time.