Good Girl Novels & Stories

She giggles. "You're terrible." I laugh. "Honey, a girl has needs and I'm sure there's lots here that can provide." She smiles. Her big dimples showing on her olive skin. I laugh again. A girl does have needs. And right now, I need to know what a girl had to do to make a cranky Alpha smile. **** The afternoon session was sparring. The one thing I absolutely suck at. I'm partnered with a girl named Georgia. She's a petite blonde girl, but man is she a good fighter. She never gives me an in. I spent more time on my ass then I did on my feet.

I didn't hear his respond back, nor do I care, but I was feeling happy and so glad that I got to see him today and that he likes my gift for him I waited for the elevator doors to open and when they finally did after two minutes had passed, a girl with long curly brown hair wearing Gucci sunglasses and a grey and black dress stepped out of the lift and walked past me without even acknowledging my presence. Her expensive yet sweet perfume drifted in my nose and I took another look at her one more time before getting inside the elevator. Her aura just screams 'classy' and 'rich' and it seems like she was heading straight towards Jason's office. She must be one of his clients then...

She looks at me as if asking what the hell I'm talking about. "That friendly gesture with that girl!" I stated. "What? Is it bad to be good?" she asked back. "Haha! No, it is not, It's just not like you" "Lol! I think Rox is kind! We can befriend her!" "Don't know! As you've said, she's kind so we're complete opposite" I saw her shake her head at what I said. I just shrugged. The great Black approaches someone and treats her nicely. I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black.

The girl standing in front of us revealed another face. It wasn't Saoirse, it was Annalise, pretending to be the girl Lennox wanted to see. “Saoirse Vincenzo? What a disrespect, Lennox.” Zeus will pretend to ask. “Are you calling my girl a Vincenzo?” Annalise and I exchange subtle glances, there was a quiet understanding between me and her, an assurance that the plan was executed. A plan to deceive a monster.

“Send her in.” A girl—hardly older than twenty, I guessed—stepped nervously into the room. Her shoes squeaked against the tiled floor, and the resume in her hands trembled like a fragile sheet of parchment. Her eyes darted everywhere but me: the racks of gemstones glinting under lamplight, the row of tiny steel tools lined with obsessive precision, the unfinished rings resting on velvet pads. It hit me suddenly, how my workshop might look to someone new—not just a room, but a shrine.

“Should I just burn this house down with them?” I mumbled, watching my boyfriend getting fucked. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment as they sprang apart, their eyes widening at the sight of me. “Shit” I cursed, “hold on” I smiled at them, picking up the call “hello! Not a good day to you. I’m at priest Paul’s house whoever you may be, please let me call you back” I rushed, ending the call without waiting for a reply. “W what are you doing here? How?” I gesture towards the opened door, “you should have made sure the door was looked before… you know, all this. Fathers. It was quite pathetic to watch two old priests groan horribly, especially with no popcorn for me to crunc

someone called from in front of Sia and Sia raised her head to meet the girl who greeted her with wary eyes. “I’m not gonna beat you, you know right?” Sia asked and the girl stared at Sia in surprise before nodding half heartedly. “You look very beautiful today. Kelvin and Samantha have only been all over like that because you do look stunning and very much different” the girl replied and Sia raised her eyebrows. “Good in a bad or good way?” she asked and the girl chuckled. “A good way of course” the girl replied and a small smile spread across Sia’s face much to the girl’s shock.

Even in the simple black attire the girl was radiating. This beautiful girl we are talking about here is known as Kim Yoonji. Kim Yoonji is not your everyday girl next door. She doesn't look the part neither she plays it. She got looks of a goddess who you can't miss even if you want too. With her darker than night waist length hair, curvaceous figure, pale but healthy skin and personality of a firecracker.

Of course, I was up to something and yes I was up to no good. I raised my hands in surrender. “Yes, you got me I am up to no good. And that’s because I have been pressured to go back to being the bad girl.” She squealed. “No way! You’re really going to finally get back at the Bad Boys Club for humiliating you?” I nodded. She covered the space between us and hugged me while screaming loud enough to burst my eardrums. “Yes! Now we can have some drama liven this place up.” She pulled back and looked up into my face. “Tell me all about it! What have you got planned? “

he gestures towards her, “You must be Monroe Thorn?” All eyes, including mine look towards the impossibly beautiful girl at the back of the class. She looks at him and nods once. Monroe. Her name is just as intriguing as she is. “Miss Thorn, how about you come up to the front and introduce yourself?” Mr. Burns suggests. She puts on a polite smile and replies, “No thank you, I’m good,” before diverting her attention back to her notebook doodles. “Miss Thorn, that was not a request, you will come up and introduce yourself.”