He Bad Mga Nobela at Kwento

U DO SET D BAR PRETTY HIGH COUZ BUT U AIN’T GETTIN TO HELL B4 US. DON’T DIE M & R BRAINY, BAD AND BOUJEE

I can feel it in four words. How bad is it?

what is he going to do about it? Damn my bad luck.

This is bad. "I'll win you back, just watch."

" 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. "

“My day, he takes all his anger out on me. It is even worse when he has been drinking.” “Gracie, does he hurt you?” I know the answer, but I want her to tell me. She looks me straight in the eye, fear flashing through them, and she nods. “In what way?” “Physically and emotionally. I don’t know which one is worse. He has never been the nicest man, but after my mom took her life, things got worse. He got worse.” Her mom took her own life. Yes, Gracie mentioned that her mom passed away, but she didn’t say much more. What has she done to deserve such a shitty hand when it comes to life?

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy writes ❤️ CHAPTER 1 ❤️ Mum do you really have to do this, Jeanne said as she made way to her mother's room, I said I'm not getting transfered. You have to, after all the troubles you made in your school, do you know what I had to go through?, do you know how much I begged those people because of your troubles?, Julia her mother yelled angrily.

Sia asked suddenly and Nate chuckled. “I told you before, I’m all yours” he replied pressing a kiss to Sia’s forehead. ‘You know what Caleb would call him?” he asked and Sia burst into laughter knowing that it was going to be funny. “What?” she asked a full-blown smile on her lips. “A bad girl’s boy or better still the bad girl’s boy” “Hilarious” THE END.

He looked… scared for her. “Breathe,” he murmured. She hated that his voice was the single lifeline keeping her from unraveling. “I’m breathing,” she lied. Chase snorted. “Barely.” The overhead speaker crackled again—no warning, no buildup. Just that voice. Calm. Gentle. Wrong. “You’re almost here,” Dr. Hale said. “The descent is… less stable than I’d hoped. I apologize for the mechanical inconsistencies.” Inconsistencies? Sienna gripped the rail tighter. “Dad, what is this? How are you alive?”

The only times we called were to ask about things in the room or if any one of us were around to pick up something for the other. "Do you think he's romantic?" Andrea asked. I groaned. "I don't know. I don't know that guy like that and I've told you he's bad news. Like the bad boy type of bad news. He doesn't care about people's feelings, Andrea." She shrugged. "You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time."