Does Bad Things Guy Fanart Novels & Stories

" You're quite like my wife, so full of unnecessary angst." I scoffed. " If you're so pissed why haven't you left?" " Can you believe this guy?" I said to no one in particular. " I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with me!" " Then answer these questions." He said with a kind smile and I sighed. " How do you feel about what happened with Tory's friend" " I don't care about that. I care, Mr. Banner, that Tory hates me! So... I'm unhappy about it"

But Kethan hadn’t known her for that long, so he interpreted her wide-eyed, pale-complexioned look as a misplaced and unnecessary embarrassment over what had already happened rather than a plea for him to stop talking. “What happened on Monday?” Damian asked again, quieter so that his voice was barely heard over the sounds of the party. “Some guy assaulted her.” Kethan answered. “It was before the teacher came in for Studio Art. I think his name was Mark or Max, maybe.” The arm around her shoulders stiffened. “Marcus Jennings?” Still unaware of the tension in the air, Kethan answered straightforwardly. “I don’t know his last name. But yeah, his first name’s Marcus. He’s got like this overly

“Nothing.” “That's a lie. I know when something's wrong. You know, every day you're annoying, but when you have something on your mind, you become a raging dog instead.” I rolled my eyes. Typical Rhys. We'd been friends since I'd just gotten out of college. He'd been my tattoo artist back then until he decided to focus on the ‘family’ business. I stood under the shade, watching people move around, in and out of the water. Bodies rubbing up on each other. Women giving me the side-eye, but mine stayed on a certain ebony. I usually don't ask this, but—

He gestured to the two girls still clinging to him, their glares burning into me as if I had personally offended them. I rolled my eyes. “Well, congratulations. You’re officially the most insufferable person I’ve met today.” He smirked, clearly unfazed. “Oh, sweetheart, I think you’ll find that I’m much more than that.” His voice was dripping with amusement, like he was enjoying every second of this. I huffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. “Whatever, Jamie. Unlike your little fan club here, I actually have better things to do.”

“That’s gonna be more interesting than some chick lit which makes no sense!” Maybe it just doesn’t make any sense to you, Halsey thinks but aloud she says, “Which book do you suggest we re-write?” “Batman,” Nathan grins. “Or Slam Dunk. That’s more my type of comic.” “Slam what?” Nathan rolls his eyes. “Do you read anything interesting other than these boring books?” he asks. “Or even do anything other than read?” He picks up Halsey’s copy of Animal Farm and aimlessly flips through it. Halsey frowns at him, slightly annoyed by his lack of enthusiasm.

Somewhere in the distance, in the city below, I hear sirens wailing faintly. Seb joins me on the couch directly opposite the one I’m sitting on, putting his laptop on his lap and tapping on the control. While he’s doing that, my eyes trail to his wall, to the gory painting of a man tearing up the intestine of two other men while they bleed out, like I always do whenever I’m here.

"Nobody is worthless just because that person is infertile. Can we measure the value of someone's feelings or pain? Can we measure the true value of a human? Can we measure the value of the crap that you utter, Sir? This lady is worth every star of the sky." "What did you say?" "Think about the words that you just said to this charming woman." Do Sejin stands up and walks to the woman's side who is looking at him with wonder. "Good things can happen to bad people. Bad things can happen to good people. Only terrible things happen to horrible people." A warning. "Today's youngsters don't know how to speak with their elders." Someone grumbles. Soon, other voices join that person. Everyone start

"The artwork at the tattoo parlor is yours, isn't it?" I shove my hands in my pockets. "It is," I confessed. "You want to know a secret?" I asked, giving her lips a quick peck. "Sure," She said, wiping away her lip gloss. I lean in close so only she can hear. "So is the tattoo parlor. I own Bad Dawg Tats, all four of them. Danny? He's a werewolf, too. I draw them, and he makes them come to life." Her mouth dropped open.