Good Girl Novels & Stories

She would rather enjoy her own time by throwing a basketball into the ring. Without much difficulty, Hyang can accurately throw the ball into the ring. She continues to score flawlessly as she throws the ball alone. She is content with that. But then she misses the goal and causes the ball to bounce in another direction. The girl follows the ball without being aware of her surroundings; however, once she has her ball and is standing on her feet, a flying ball appears in her direction and hits Hyang on the head. The hard hit pushed the girl's body backward, causing Hyang to fall to the floor. She is completely disoriented.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Moment of truth, gear up Sarah, I said to myself. Zayn, Melisa and Ashton were all there, Eric introduced me to the other two girls, Zerrin and Pelin, the former, a brunette with gold highlights and the prettiest sparkling grey eyes looking chic in stylish cutoff jeans and a beaded sleeveless top and the latter a tall thin sloe eyed beauty wearing skin tight shorts and a halter top. Wow, all of it looked designer. I felt a bit underdressed. Ashton, always affectionate came up to me and gave me a hug. I instantly felt better.

And maybe raid their mini kitchen a bit for some snacks. But as I got there, I noticed that someone was standing in front of the door. A girl with long silver-blonde hair that ends up to her waist. Even from this distance, I could already tell who she was. Stella Antoinette Stan. One of the smart kids in school. The only girl that I couldn’t put a label on whether she’s a nerd or a potential popular girl. People rarely see her as she immediately leaves as soon as class ends. She doesn’t join any clubs but she gets almost a perfect grade out of every subject.

Good Girl! Intro; Alexei decides to take Madison to an exclusive orgy party. He was quite an exhibitionist and he reveled to see the look on her face as she watched others climax to their pleasure. Madison; Dating Alexei is quiet daunting and it’s like stepping into uncharted waters but she didn’t mind Alexei’s P.O.V.

I tried peeking on the bathroom but no one is there. Walking back to the room, inspecting each part of his room. I can say, his room is as elegant as him, as manly as him, A mixture of black and gray color all over, a large couch, a fire place, television and Xbox? *raised eyebrow* A knock on the door makes my heart jump in it's cage. Exag? :3 I hesitantly walk over the door and open lightly, meeting a pair of green eyes, a small petite girl, I think she's around 15-16 years of age.

Dad said with finality. "No! No way! I will never accept them in our life! Never ever!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. That time, at my grade school days, shit went on and on. I learned not to trust anyone again. I made my old self vanished and replaced it with a new one. Someone who can't be bend. Someone who have bad ways. The used to be good girl before has changed. I became a rebel... And I became a bad girl.

Officially offended. It was like getting called two goody shoes and getting pushed aside from attending the prom after party all over again. I could be bad too. I could be bad! I am! I'm a bad girl. And right now, bad girl wants sex. She's getting it. I stood up right then, pushing my hair back. Standing straight, my girls all the way out, and that caught his attention. But instead of interest, I met amusement in his gaze. "It's like watching a good girl go bad." He chuckled, "What's going on with you?"

"You're such a good girl. I'm sure you're totally nice to your mom and dad. I bet you get straight A's, don't you? You're such a good girl and you're doing such a.bad thing, and you love it, don't you? You love being a bad girl, because bad girls have all the fun." Her sucking and rubbing accelerated. I felt my sperm starts to rise. "You're going to come soon. I can tell. It's too nasty, sucking a stranger's cock.

I’ve always been the good girl. The one who sits in the front row, notebook open before the professor even walks in, hand shooting up with the right answer every time. My parents drilled it into me young: good girls study hard, dress modestly, and never, ever let a man see what’s under their skirt unless there’s a ring and a vow first. Sex was a whispered sin, something dirty that happened to bad people. But God, I’m tired of being good.