Does Bad Things Guy Fanart Novels & Stories

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

"Well, for one, with those other girls, it was a one time thing but with you, whenever I saw you with Max, it was like a dagger was being pushed into my chest. It hurt so fucking bad. That's why I couldn't resist making all those comments to you that day. I was blinded by my rage and jealousy. It's always been different when you were involved which sucks because Max really deserves someone like you. You're the perfect girl for him and after how much I've hurt him, I really wish I could forget all about you and let you be happy with him but I could never do it. Now tell me I'm not a bad person again. I'm selfish, a terrible friend, human being..." "You're not a bad person. Have you done bad t

"The guy who can only bitch and moan?" My eyes widened in surprise at Tyler's boldness. I stole a quick glance at Ricky, and my shock only deepened. His appearance was striking, to say the least. His body was adorned with tattoos. His hair, a vibrant shade of red, stood up in spiky tufts, and his ears were adorned with numerous piercings. There was nothing much distinctive about the two friends behind him. They screamed danger and must be avoid.

Rissa's pov: Mykel removed my hand from his shirt and it covered up the tattoo. I knew it! He's a bad person. He's just pretending for now but very soon, he'd start carrying out his evil plans against our family. If he was so righteous like mom claimed, why would there be a tattoo on his skin? "You're pathetic, make sure you don't come close to me ever again!" I rasped and he glanced at me. He didn't utter a word and took his eyes back on the road.

Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh I'm the bad guy I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role I'll be your animal My mommy likes to sing along with me But she won't sing this song If she reads all the lyrics She'll pity the men I know So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh I'm the bad guy, duh I'm only good at being bad,

Centuries. Darkness. Loneliness. Waiting. Starving. Dreaming. Praying. Not evil. Not originally. Something abandoned. Something twisted by endless isolation. Something that no longer remembered what it had once been. “She promised.” Pain flooded my chest. “She promised me.” I saw Selene. Broken. Destroyed. Holding her dying daughter. And I understood. The bargain. Not power. Not immortality. Not conquest. Companionship. The creature had been alone. And Selene—

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

I smacked my lips together, heaving a sigh at her exaggeration. “The poor guy isn’t going to waste. And why would I date my brother’s best friend?” I needed to know. “He’s handsome and probably rich. Honestly, no one cares if he’s your brother’s friend. Don’t just use your eyes for questions alone, it would eventually get sick of it. Spare some time to admire some good looking artworks.” She gushed, cooing into her palms. Now I know where her field of work is. She should venture into being a relationship advisor, she might never see better.

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

“I watched Wild Wild West movie.” “Don’t depend on what you see. YouTube is one of those things you should avoid when learning something new. I don’t think you can even think of pulling a trigger. I may be old, but I doubt you are violent, Percie. You may have had difficult times, but I know you are just trying to be distant and try avoiding people to get into your life. That doesn't mean you are a bad person. You still have a good heart.” You don’t even want to imagine what I’ve been going through.