Diane Fox Bad Guys Novels & Stories

"There's just something about him. Even behind bars, he's... magnetic." "You know why he's locked up, right?" Diane's brows lifted. "I don't care. I've heard the stories, sure...some say embezzlement, others say murder, fraud, all that mess-but none of it matters to me. His dick matters more than his past." Frances laughed again. "You're insane, girl! What the heck?!" "I'm satisfied," Diane corrected. "And I'm grown. Ain't nobody about to shame me for getting mine."

As if he felt the difference in strength, Aslan lowered his head and was too embarrassed to say another word. Foxy chatted with everyone happily and seemed interested in this new life. “I always thought that the human world was full of bad people, but there are many good people too.” In fact, Foxy did not have much contact with humans, but most people she met were bad guys, so she had always been unhappy with humans. “We're good people. Only people from Deadly Arena are bad guys. They're rotten to the core.” The others spoke with dissatisfaction for Deadly Arena, but they were telling the truth.

Although I have to admit both of them are most likely dumb in the same line, I hate saying the word dumb when food is served fresh and hot in front of me, so I’ll say some better statement and say that they are both just lacking intellectual acuity. “You know what?” I began pointing the fork I’m holding to her. “F.O!” “Fuck off?” She gave me a mad, confused look purposely blinking to show how spot on her mascara with the cafeteria’s lighting. “Friendship over, you dimwit!!” I growled at her, and she just smiled guiltily at me as we started devouring our food before it gets any colder. “FO? I think it should be UFO,” Zach butted in speaking while his mouth was stuffed.