Born To Be Bad Novels & Stories

"Being born is your fault. That is your mistake." I released a scoff of disbelief. "Can you hear yourself?" I wonder if he could hear how ridiculous he is being. "Newsflash, Cole, kids are not to be blamed for being born. It is not like I was consulted or anything." is he stupid? Maybe he is. "Being born by a human mother," he gritted out, cutting short my moment. "What?" my voice came out so low, it barely made sense to my ears as well. I felt as though I have hit by a truck, and the breath was knocked right out of me while ice cold water was dumped on me.

That is why I had to get away, I couldn’t live this life, and I could not keep lying to myself and to my family. Everyone says that I was born to be a huntress, but they were wrong, my heart was too vast. I despised the thought of hurting someone who doesn’t deserve it. No one is born into evil; it is circumstances that make us into something else. Something that we may have never wanted for ourselves. And I do not want to be a huntress.

His grandma’s ring is the only thing I have that will make him come over without any second thoughts. I moved my sight away from my mobile phone and slowly towards the beautiful skyscrapers of the city. I mustered a deep sigh. I feel like I’m holding the ring as a hostage in exchange for him coming back to me. What did the innocent ring ever do to deserve such treatment? I feel totally awful for planning this and to think that I’ve always believed that I’m not a bad person at all. Perhaps just a fresh ripe apple on top of the crate. I swiftly moved my sight back to my phone and thought maybe I am a terrible person. Perhaps I am a rotten apple after all.

she related and he kept silent, thinking about what she said. "I wanted to be a nurse but I couldn't get the opportunity to be one, so I took to the streets and turned myself into something else. You see dear, sometimes we didn't choose this path, but we were made to walk in it. We weren't born to be bad, but we were made to be bad.. She added and let out a chuckle. Eden looked at her again. She was right after all, every bad man has his own side of the story, he reasoned.

This is where the problem arises for theists, how is it possible for a being who is completely good and created everything to be compatible with evil? What's your answer when someone asks you who gave birth to robbers, criminals, murderers and the like? What spontaneous answer did you give? If you answered "Mom!" What exactly does a mother give birth to? Baby or criminal? In this context, a mother is often blamed and often becomes a scapegoat for her child's behavior. In fact, the first time the mother gave birth to a tiny baby whose heart was clean and made many people feel happy. No mother expects her child to be a robber or a murderer. Babies, joy, hope for goodness become the initial con

It wasn't a curse delivered by an enemy; it was a biological, cellular rot born of an unquenchable, starving madness. The chronic disease flooded the original bloodlines, short-circuiting their higher intellects, burning away their speech, their strategies, and their beautiful memories until the grand creators were reduced to the mindless, zombie-like husks that the modern world now called the Blood-born. They became slaves to a baseline, ravenous instinct to feed on anything that carried a heartbeat, buried alive beneath a mountain of starving rot.

The minister finally spoke. "You son did far more worse than us,letting it go would be the better choice, you won't want to go down for such a scumbag". I explained. There was no need for him to go down because of his stupid son who just used the money of his parents to do evil. He was born into a good family and yet he chose such a part,then those that were born into situations bigger than them we choose better. No one is a saint in this twisted world.

I was born to be slaughtered so that he could rule over everyone and enslave those he deemed unworthy. "My little girl is reaching her full potential," he said, a sadistic grin on his face. He was having fun with my darkness. If he couldn't kill me, he wanted me to be evil, but I couldn't be bothered to care at this point…

Just a deep, insatiable satisfaction that settled in my bones, a hunger that never quite left. Mama knew then—knew I wasn’t meant for the dull, sanitised world the rest of them lived in. And maybe, for a time, she mourned the sweet, innocent child she thought she had. But in the end, she saw the truth. She saw the monster lurking beneath my skin, the wildfire that couldn’t be tamed. Because I wasn’t born to be good. I was born to ruin Papa said I was born to reign it. No doubts or questions.

"Nobody deserves this." "So, what is it, then?" Livi asks, growing all the more confused. "They're just bad people? That's it?" She asks. "That's the end of the story?" Ben lifts a shoulder, only to let it fall a second later. "I suppose it is," he says. "Some people... some people are just born rotten, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that." "You don't know that-" "I do," he disagrees with a nod.