Little Miss Bad Novels & Stories

Other than that she's the captain of the cheer team but alas they never win a competition. Beatrice Clayton is Bianca copycat. She literally trying to look like bianca but the more outspoken version. Bianca really trusted Beatrice with all her secret and stuff and if Bianca is not at school she will replace her for a day till she come back to school. From what I heard Beatrice befriend Bianca so she could replace her, but it's still a rumor.

We met after class this morning and shared lunch together. “You look hot!” I exaggeratedly told her. She laughed out loud. She wore a white crop top and a tight leather red mini skirt that barely covered her round ass, complemented with black knee boots and fishnet stockings. She also put on some glittery eye shadow and red lipstick. “Are you sure you’re not straight? I can do you right now?” I teased her. “Ew. You’re not my type.” She faked her gag, making me laugh. “You’ve never slept with guys?” I pressed.

Nobody is allowed to tell it to the outside world. “So, Monica or Olivia, why don't you tell me what happened from the start? How'd you know all of these?” Mister Bad's voice was gentle and soft, but warning signs were all over Olivia's mind. Mister Bad was the strongest assassin under the Muse group; she knew better than to believe that he was genuinely gentle. Olivia did not speak. No matter what she said, it would prove to be useless. He would be able to turn it around and play with her, using her own words against her.

Little miss, nobody looked like a nobody and therefore no one trusted her. Monica powered off her laptop and snapped up her phone. Tripped on her slipper and fell. Annoyed, she screamed her frustration even though no one could have heard her. Then, after standing up, she stalked into the master bedroom to dress appropriately for her appointment with the back alley specialist who did her lip filler.

I propped my bike against the fence, smoothed out my wrinkled shirt, and rang the doorbell. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Miss Anderson—a tall woman in her mid-forties with sleek brown hair tied back in a bun. She gave me a pointed look, arms crossed. “You’re late,” she said flatly. I forced a nervous smile. “I know, and I’m really, really sorry. It won’t happen again, I swear.” She studied me for a moment before sighing. “Come in, Julia.” I stepped inside, the warmth of the house instantly contrasting with the chilly morning outside. The faint scent of vanilla and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air.

And the worst kind of person. The school’s infamous bad boy—the one with the dangerously charming smirk, a reckless attitude, and a reputation so notorious that even teachers sigh in exhaustion at the mere mention of his name. He smokes behind the gym, gets into underground fights, and, if the rumors are true, has even been in illegal car races. There’s even speculation that he once killed someone. And yet, despite all that, girls still line up to throw themselves at him. Jessica included, apparently. But Jack Carter isn’t just a bad boy with a pretty face—he’s also a hockey prodigy.

The third boy in the room rubbed his ears with a frown on his face. “If you are that new that you’ve not been briefed about the rules of the house, then it can have never been your turn to bring food or fruits uphere” Phillip said chuckling lightly. The girl swallowed her saliva quietly, she had bribed one of the kitchen staff to be able to see him and what he looked like seemed like she had underestimated these kids that she was more than sure she was years older than. Fully aware that her life and source of income would be gone if they sent her away, she quickly concocted a plan in her head. Falling to her knees and bursting into tears she raised her head to meet the two boys staring down

I am really curious as to what's in it but I'm not gonna give her the satisfaction of watching whatever she has planned actually happen to me. The first might have been a decoy to actually make me feel safe and sound till, boom, I open the other and white itching powder rains on me or something that's gonna make my face break into humongous zits that'll never leave me forever. Okay, maybe I'm over-imagining things and none of those things could happen but she's also Natasha Banks, a cruel, popular, good-looking bitch! And yes, I know I just complimented her in this supposed-to-be-rant!

"Eli Brown? Damn, that guy should reply me too cause I'm literally stalking his I*******m." And that's her current celebrity crush. She changes them like them hot chicks change their wardrobe. She probably has a new one for every couple days. It was Jordan Fisher before him and Jordan Calloway before that.... "No, bitch, you know what I'm talking about..." She laughed for a second there before putting on her 'ready to bitch some ass' face and focusing on me. "Not a far guess. Who else if not miss 'I'm too good to associate with my sister or her friends' Amber."

He said and cut the call. ' It seems that today is the day for my plan to be executed .' she muttered with an evil smile plastered on her face..... She made a plan that she will not take birth control pills today and that way she will get pregnant with his baby and bind him forever with her using this baby. Cathie hurriedly cleaned up everything and went to take a shower. After taking shower, she came out of bathroom and went to the closet to pick a nice dress for her. After trying many dresses, she finally selected a sexy fitted black gown which had a deep cut neckline and reached up to her upper thighs.