Good Side Bad Side の小説・ストーリー

For one, Gabriella had extraordinary looks, her beauty entranced anyone who saw her especially the male folk; two, Gabriella had the perfect sexy shape she admired; three, Gabriella was an angel, the sweetest person on Earth, except to her; and all three characteristics was what she wanted in herself. She was beautiful, she knew and she appreciated it, used it to her advantage; she had a sexy shape, she knew, maybe not as good as Gabriella, but she appreciated it... But she wasn't sweet, she wasn't an angel, she was a beasr, a beast that hunted men for her own selfish pleasures, a beast that was rebellious to her own parents, a beast that looked down on others secretly to fuel her own pride

If I killed to protect myself, would that make me evil? "Ugh, okay. Where are you going with this?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know. He chuckled and climbed off the bed, adjusting his clothes. When he finished, he lifted me onto my feet. "In Buddhism," he began, "good and evil don't exist, per se. Instead, there is kusala and akusala. Kusala is considered to be intelligence, contentment, beneficial, and a remover of affliction. Akusala is, quite simply, the opposite, or ignorance, causer of affliction, and so on. Which boils down to this: what is evil to one person may be good to another. Life and everything in it is about your perception."

He verified. “I don't know. That stuff ain't scientifically proven." “I get but science can't explain everything. There are some things science is unable to answer." “Things like what?" “Why are they both Evil and Good?" he said and I thought for a while. “And does magic explain this?" “Yes, it actually does." He said and my curiosity began surfacing. “I will like to hear about it then." “Evil and Good are not just some words used to qualify or attribute to a person based on the things they do. Evil and Good are actually two people on their own," he explained and my head spinned a little bit.

She stressed out, "Which is why you need to keep fighting, not just against the bad but fight for everything that is good." Her eyes fired up, "What happened has happened Nikolas, what you did has been done already, so own it and move on," Her words were strict, an order rather than a request, "There is good in you and there is bad, and you need to own both sides, not just one."

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

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That earned me the title, the demon child. It's painful to be named like that because I'm not a bad person. I even do more good than any other people my age. But all they can see is the negative impact on my abilities. They didn't even know that I also cause usog for people I like. Although it also happens to those I secretly hate.

“We are different. I only see bad things and you only see good ones.” “Yeah, yeah.”

I chattered as I removed all the contents in each and every bag I brought. "From what I could tell from his wolf, he's not bad and not good either. He's just okay. All werewolves has good and bad sides." "Well except me..." I drawled since I wasn't too sure of what I said. "Including us... I'm sure... Very positive." Nicky spoke with confidence. How could she be very positive that I had a bad side when I know I don't? Heck, I don't even know anything about being a werewolf?!

“You really think you’re special huh?” Amani didn’t reply she rolled her eyes as if bored. A nearby couple failed to hide their smiles. Clarissa noticed. Her cheeks flushed. “You know what your problem is?” Amani raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been wondering.” “You think being nice makes you better than everyone else.” “No? It doesn’t?” Amani replied sarcastic. Clarissa took another aggressive step forward until only inches separated them. “You’re just a plain Jane.” She gestured dismissively toward Amani’s understated gown.