Goodgirl Novels & Stories

“Here.” “Oh hi,” I mutter as I take the cup from her and have a sip. The familiar taste of ginger lingers on my tongue before it dulls, and I return my attention to the smiling girl before me. She’s blonde; her hair is quite long. Might have fun with that later. She’s in ripped shorts and a shiny tank top that barely holds her breast. If she tries a little jump, she might as well be flashing me—not that I wouldn’t like that. She keeps that smile on her face as she just stands there and stares at me, almost as if she’s inviting me and who am I to decline? She’s just what I’m looking for. That pretty face of hers is just a bonus.

"My name is Zella King, and I'm a survivor of sexual abuse." The room went silent. Dawn shifted against my chest, and I started bouncing on my heels, my hand supporting her small head. She loved it when I did that. She made a soft sound, and I looked down to see her grey eyes, blinking up at me sleepily. "Hi, baby girl," I whispered. She flashed me a gummy smile, and my insides turned into marshmallows. I reached a finger out to her, and she latched on to it with her tiny fists.

Came a sudden snarky voice. Closing my locker door, I turned my head with a frown. Leaning against the wall next to my locker was Trisha, a smirk gracing her lips. "Hi, to you too." I groaned. Laughing, Trisha pushed a red lollipop into her mouth. Trisha was the embodiment of a bad girl with a weird, sweet, girly personality. With a nose piercing and blue eyes, made to stand out with her dark brown eye shadow and dark purple hair, she was one girl that always stood out amongst us mundane-looking people. "You ready for the field trip at the end of the week?"

the girl said happily, then she said goodbye because her work hours were over. Her feelings are blooming just imagine if she can't pay her rental house, she might be kicked out of the house right away. The money she gets is not only used to pay rent, he also uses it to pay for her school fees. Not much, but enough for her. *** Alyne is now standing in a room with an area of ​​about 1 x 1 meter, the girl takes out her card and swipes it in the space provided. She was checking her bank account balance, after seeing how much the girl sighed again.

she brought her book back to her face. Grace sighed "come with me to a party tonight. You can take some evening air and clear your mind a bit, have fun, drink, meet new friends. Honey, you have been in Australia for the past three months now but you don't know anywhere, neither do you have any friends. Now, where is a better way to get started than a party, hmm?" Olivia sat up from her bed "I'm not interested aunt." Grace rolled her eyes, "then what are you interested in? To dress up like a boy and stand in from of a mirror all day practicing your brother's voice and the way he walks?"

It sounded cliché, of course, even if it’s true. Then I opened my eyes and looked at his face. I didn’t know why I was shy at all. “Thank you… that was more than I expected.” He gazed at my face for a moment, then he smiled. “You are welcome, Gia. I’m glad you liked your first time.” “It was so wonderful. I think you’ve ruined Mr. Beast.” “Whose Mr. Beast?” he asked, elegant eyebrows knotting. “My vibrator,” I replied. He laughed, surprised. That pushed him out of me. I smiled, relieved that I didn’t feel shy anymore.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

LISA "Damn girl, this is the body you've been hiding from everyone? Girl, this is what we call hot girl summer, just look at you, I'd kill to be in a body like yours." "God Tana, you're hot, have you seen you?" "I know I'm hot," she struck a pose that made her curves prominent, "but looks at yourself, this is Kim K and Bad girl Riri rolled in one body." "God!" my lips stretched into a smile that soon gave way into a chuckle, "you overhype wat too much."

God, they were so predictable. People like her thrived on dragging others down, and when it didn’t work, they got even angrier. Their hatred was their own punishment. I turned away, my smile widening as I slipped a hand into my bag and pulled out my phone. I thumbed the volume higher on my headphones and let the beat of Bad Guy by Billie Eilish pulse through my ears. “I'm that bad type. Make your mama sad type. Make your girlfriend mad tight. Might seduce your dad type

I wave at the little girl. She has a wicked smile on her face before she shouts, “MY NAME IS NOT ADINA!” The shock on my face couldn’t explain the emotions I felt for missing up so badly. I looked between Talia and this little girl petrified. Then laughing, not just from the little girl but also from Talia.