Good Pop Bad Pop Novels & Stories

A message notification made me to unlock my phone, thinking that it was something related to my businesses but it was Ace, my annoying cousin. 'Don’t forget to attend my party. And bring your girl, I’m dying to meet her'. I got so carried away by my work that I even forgot that I was invited to my cousin’s birthday party that was happening the following night. Ace was like my best friend; he knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him. We had different personalities yet understood each other, and we were inseparable. Ace was very friendly, always making bad choices, a party animal and didn’t give a fuck about his future. No one understood why our bond was so strong even when we

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

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.

he said. "The environment here is dangerous. Anything could happen at any time. You're a woman. Why put yourself through this? Come back with me. This place is unsafe. Let's go home, okay? Everything that happened before was all my fault. I'll apologize and make it up to you. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Just come back with me." Go back?

Poppie went through so many withdrawal symptoms I didn’t know if she would make it - she was going through itbad. She had tremors, convulsions and even hallucinations. She looked like she was dying right in front of me. Shespaced outat times that I had to check on her to see if she was still breathing. I cried for her because she was in so much pain and discomfort, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take it away and I felt horrible. It had gotten so bad, that I found myself praying to God that she would wake up the next day feeling just a little bit better. Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv.

I replied and began hurrying off, away from Darby, before she brought up more things. “I saw the link on your cheeks.” She yelled after me. I smiled. “You know that has a double meaning.” I yelled back. “I always knew you were a bad girl.” I smiled and clicked the door shut. I could not encourage Darby anymore. Who knew what she was going to say next? I am definitely happier these days. The children were growing up healthy, I had a good friend in my life, Mrs. Sanders had secured me a lot of shares in a company and plenty of other investments, and I had a good-paying job. Even without the job, I would still be good. I’ll still have enough money to take care of myself and the kids. Buy a nice

Just as he got there, Shawn knew who the madman wanted to spend his money on this many people. Standing at the table holding up a beer bottle, Adam babbled and laughed. Some of his friends forced him to get off the table, but Adam refused. He was so drunk that Shawn doubted he was serious about giving away free beers, but none of his friends stopped people from getting beers. So maybe it was confirmed that Adam had gone mad.

Goodbye. One word with different meanings. It could mean ‘see you later,’ ‘see you tomorrow,’ or ‘see you in a while.’ It can also mean goodbye forever. For example, when I left my house today and told the housekeeper goodbye I meant it in as a see you after school. Never did I think I’d end up in the situation in which I am now in. You see, I have dealt a lot with that word, goodbye.

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

I eyed each of the booth that we passed by and settle on the balloon pops. "That." I pointed my finger to the balloon pops mini games and walked there. "Hello, what can I help you?" "We would like to play, please." The guy who stands behind the booth hand us each 5 darts. He explains the rules to us and who could hit 5 balloons will win a big prize whereas the one who can’t, will win the smaller prize.