Novel & Cerita Good Girl

I, of course, followed suit. "Have a lovely summer Miss Carlisle," Principal Dane said behind me. And I wasn't exactly sure if he was being genuine or sarcastically mean. Either way... I was planning to have a blast. It's not everyday you get to go on an early Summer break. Turns out, it actually pays to be a bad girl.

She would do everything contrary to what she has done for the past 16 years of her life. Her friends refused to give up on her, as they tried to readjust her thinking. Each word from them was not helping as Grace has already made up her mind. She has decided to be the typical bad girl. She seeks to be known, for popularity, for something bad but she now views it as good.

“Is she right?” He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked away. That was answer enough. Sophia moved past him, close enough that her shoulder brushed Elise’s. She paused there, voice soft enough that only Elise could hear. “He’s never going to choose you the way you want. Not when he can have this.” She glanced down at the wet spot still shining on her thigh. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure he remembers exactly how good it felt to ruin you both.”

"You seriously have no vision, Zack! Think about it carefully. A poor girl from a French orphanage? How does she enter the room like she's elegant and graceful?" "You mean she's had rent-a-bride training?" another girl chuckled nastily. "Probably. Some people just aren't willing to tough things out with hard work, so they learn how to seduce men for a free ride and pretend to be innocent just so they can sell themselves for a good price. She's actually so pitiful. I saw her smoking too," She shook her head with the exaggerated pity only a jealous brat can muster. "Putain, t'es grave malpoli," The words left my mouth before I could stop myself.

Always female and never not annoying. "God, he's so handsome," one mumbles. "Sexy," the other one corrects her. "Bet Poppy's fucking him." I frown. God, I fucking wish she were fucking me. To my dismay, the two of them ride with me down to the ground level, and when the doors open, I push through them to get out first, but then I turn around and slam my arm against the elevator doors to keep them from closing. I look at them both very carefully.

Isabella doesn't like being pressured and if I continue pressuring her for the answer, she will lash out. So, I stand up and walk towards the fridge to get us buckets of ice-cream. A girl's night out not a pity party. And yes, I need the cold ice-cream to soothe my aching core. It's not healed yet.

"I'm sooooo sorry, Jadey, I know I'm so late. You can kill me now if you want, but know that I plan to pay for our after-coffe......" Okay, that's a temptation a girl can fall for. Libby's coffee is always the best. And she's forgiven.

The key falls off in the process. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" She asks sarcastically. "I thought you were too strong for a girl to hurt? Guess you're all talk and no show. Hmph!" Woah! Ladies do be crazy. She smirks, "see, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" She asks laughing, as she picks up the key. "Now, I want you to say, lucy is the most awesome, most cool, badass girl, you have ever met met"

Good girl I smiled at his reply. Me : Lol😂💅 K💝🔐 :Babe?, I want to video call you. Me : What's stopping you? K💝🔐 :Your permission? Me :Lo fucking L 😂. My permission?? When did that one start??. Nawa o. K💝🔐 :Yes naw, I don't know if you are busy, you know. Me :Okay o, you can call me. Lol.

Once again, Rossi stayed out all night with Bianca Moretti. When I confronted him, he had me confined to my room. That was when I learned to be good. When I caught him on a date with Bianca, I no longer demanded answers like a madwoman. When Bianca stole the spotlight at a banquet, I willingly poured her wine and faded into the background. I would even hand over the Donna position I had dreamed of to her. All because I had been reborn. In my previous life, once his first love returned, the Don I loved had eyes for no one but Bianca. I fought with him again and again, wearing down what little affection he had left, and all it earned me was his disgust. In the end, to secure the Family's inter