Flushed Away Bad Guys Novels & Stories

“Be good. I’ll be right back.” XXX

Jerry said in an arrogant manner, perching both of his hands on his hips. It turned out that in Jerry's game, the bad guys had to be beaten to death. Every time he successfully killed a bad guy, everyone would be rewarded 100 dollars each. That day, the kid playing the bad guy refused to die. If it were other kids, then they would have pretended to be dead long ago. However, this particular kid was stubborn and thought he could outsmart Jerry and the other peers. Therefore, for a long time he wasn't willing to 'die'. Fury got the better of Jerry and he held the water gun and toy sword, commanding his troops to kill the bad guy. His troops outnumbered the bad guy, and the latter was finally s

IN THE SKY bad angel : what's going on here good angel : can't you see bad angel : I'm not blind good angel : then see it bad angel : huh good angel : the war between my belief and destiny starts game begins from now on bad angel : I will wait for the result good angel : go ahead

I didn’t predict! I turn on the faucet, letting the water flush down the sink to calm my nerves. Now that this happens, the investigation is sure to move faster now that Hazel is linked to the blog. “Fuck!” I yell. I have been out in a corner. I straighten up from the sink and run the cold water over my knuckles, watching the stinging redness fade slowly. I stare at my reflection before drying my hands. I burst out laughing and lean on the wall, tears well up in my eyes as I can’t stop myself. “Fools!” I scorn, my eyes wide as I stare at myself. “You think you’ve won?”

I scroll away from that post and find another one right under it, posted within a few seconds after the first one. JAMES SULLIVAN—Blonde. boring. nerd. a pain to look at. Ring a bell? JAMES SULLIVAN—Her number or an address too. Anyone would do just fine. This post gets even more reactions. The comments underneath it are too cringy for me to even go through so I simply scroll again. JAMES SULLIVAN—I just want to pay a visit to a good friend. Friend. I can hear the smirk behind it. I can see those full lips curling up at my misery. When he says that, I know it’s trouble.

She threw at us before happily walking away. This damn bitch.

Sebastian was going to make me stay. I was already on my way home. In the steady hum of the train, I said goodbye to everything in Annsberg and to the man who had led me there. My phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen. Sebastian: [Where are you, Maddie?] Sebastian: [Maddie, don't leave me! I know I was wrong now!] Sebastian: [Maddie, talk to me, okay? I'm sorry. I messed up! Please don't leave me!]

I'll make sure they know, she's mine. I hear the satisfying voice of his bones cracking as I snap his head, the body falling down, lifeless. I chuckle, loosening up my tie a little. Just as I do that, another guy comes at me, which wasn't a good idea. Can't they shootfrom a distance so they don't get killed? Are they really that stupid? I take the guy from the collar, dragging him towards Andrew, throwing him at his feet. "Have fun" I make my way towards the door, folding up my shirt sleeves. Making sure to snap every one of the necks that come in my way.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

. With my new revelation that I was only another notch on his belt, suddenly I was not too excited anymore, hell if I could I would turn my back and go home instead. What was the use of one night stand if you were only going to get played and dumped? Not even 'Wham Bam thank you Mam.' I waited until he unmounted the bike and helped me down to the ground because it was impossible for me to move with his coat around my body like this, hugging my body like a damned vine. His hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me up from the bike. "Okay... there you go." He set me on the ground. My waist felt warm and all tingly, all I want to do is bury my head in the crook of his neck, wound my arms