Good Girl Novels & Stories

"And only good girls get rewards. Bad girls... get punished and you my girl have been a very very bad girl." I gasped—frozen, breathless—as the door clicked softly shut behind me.

I say with a smile. She smiles at me. “How are you, dear?” “I’m good, thank you. How are you?” “I’m wonderful. Thank you so much for agreeing to come and teach the girls,” she says, grabbing my hand. I nod. “It’s not a problem. My aunt told me that I won’t be teaching today, but just going over my role here with you,” “Yes,” she says with a smile and a nod. “Let’s go sit down,” I follow her to a corner of the lobby, to a table. I take a seat and she leaves for a minute, returning with two glasses of lemonade.

My palm came down sharp. She gasped. "Thank you—" Another, harder. "Thank you—" By the fifth her voice had gone completely soft, all the sharpness dissolved — just Sienna, open and unguarded, saying *thank you* like she meant it for more than the obvious thing. By ten she was trembling against my thighs, completely still except for the shaking, her ass a deep satisfying red under my palm. "Good girl," I said quietly, and felt her shiver at the words.

She was getting nervous due to zero socialising skills and living her life as an outcast so she didn't know if they'd like her at first based on her personality. The door clicked open and in came two beautiful and tall girls. One in a skintight black jeans with a white turtleneck and a brown jacket with her long hair tied in a high ponytail and her beautiful phoenix eyes, sharp nose and beautiful plump lips, she looked beautiful. The other dressed in a similar fashion but had put on a black crop top and black jeans with black boots and a black leather jacket with her dark brown hair falling over her chest. She looked like an assassin, a really hot one if one must say.

he cut his friend off before he could rant more nonsense. "A genuine good girl won't be swayed by cheap compliments, stupid flowers and gifts. A true perfect girl would see through your deceit and denied-sexual attraction to her. A true girlfriend material will love you for your true self, for what's in your heart and your personality. She wouldn't need flowers and compliments to tell her you're the best, she'll know just by being with you. So, Everett, what you have isn't a good girl, but a blind materialistic perfect girl wannabe." ______

Author's pov : In a room of a five star hotel.. Cathie and Daniel are lying on the couch... panting heavily.. after having sex.. "It was great", Cathie said after calming her breath. "Hmm..", Daniel hummed. Cathie said in her mind, 'Hmm.!? Can't he say something good..? Arrghh!! ' .............. Cathie Adams, a 23 years old young...beautiful girl is obsessed with Daniel Christopher, a young, arrogant, handsome billionaire. Cathie loves photography and she has her own studio too apart from her father's business in which she works as a CEO.

“If worse comes to worse, you will be the captain of the cheerleading team, there is nothing new there.” “You are smart, at least you answered correctly but you also missed something else, I am the school bea and everybody respects me and what’s more? I’m also the girlfriend of the school beau, so the least you can do is be happy that I’m even talking to you which I wouldn’t have done if not that he begged me to,” she announced, flying her hair side to side as she spoke. So typical. I rolled my eyes, “fine, thank you for the introduction and to free you from your supposed work, I don’t need touring, I can manage very well on my own, so thanks no thanks.”

“Alright then.” I went back down, doing everything I knew she liked, getting her back to the gates of ecstasy within minutes. She gripped the end of the desk to keep herself grounded as she hit the peak of pure joy. “On your knees,” I said when she’d caught her breath. Without a moment's pause, my good girl was down on the rug before me, looking up enthusiastically despite the tie. “I have something for you,” I said. “Goodie?” “Open your mouth, darling.”

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].