Little Miss Bad Novels & Stories

“I know, I know. But this isn’t just any bad day for her. She got disqualified from the Miss England pageant.” That got a sharp intake of breath from her. “Oh my God.” “Yeah,” I muttered, leaning back in the seat. “Melissa’s been working for this her whole life. All the training, all the PR, all the events… and now it’s just gone. And it’s because of me, Katrina. The scandal. The photos. Us.” Her voice softened. “Babe… you can’t put all that on yourself. The internet was already looking for something to chew on. It’s not like we asked to be followed around or—”

But the very next second, she spoke again, her voice muffled. "I'm leaving on a business trip today. I won't be back for a whole month." She paused, seeming to hesitate, before finally blurting out, "With Adrian." I felt like I'd fallen into an icy lake. My hand froze midair, the spatula hovering over the pan. Lately, nearly every argument we had had was because of Adrian Blackwell, the new assistant she had hired. He was a young man who kept harping about "where there's a will, there's a way", but was actually completely incompetent when it came to doing the actual work.

This could not stand. She rose from the couch and went to her bedroom, opening her closet with a deliberateness that felt, even to her, like preparing for battle. She chose the pale blue dress, the soft one, the one that made her look smaller than she was, fragile in a way men instinctively wanted to protect. She kept her makeup minimal, just enough to suggest exhaustion without looking unwell. She left her hair down and brushed it only enough to seem as though she hadn't quite managed to brush it at all. In the mirror, she practiced the expression. Not crying, not yet. Just the look that came right before it. The one that made people lean in.

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

which should technically not even be possible. “I love your hair,” she commented, “Was it always like that? Or is it like highlights or ___” “Can you like, I don't know, take an hour break from talking? I'm trying to enjoy my music before we get to that cursed 'misery' camp,” “It's actually 'miseri'___” “Not the point here 'dimples'”

“I hope you're not planning on contesting for Miss. Emerald High? You must be tired of losing to me. I'm not sure if you're done healing from your last failure. Don't hurt yourself further. “She says, and I glare at her. “What makes you so sure you're winning Miss. Amber? “I question, and she raises a brow at me. “Listen, this dream of yours of winning this contest will bite the dust. I'm going to be the one who wins it, and most definitely not you. “I add, and she scoffs. “You seem extra confident, ma'am. You're talking like you have some wishing fairy. I'm way better than you in every way. You can try, but you'd never be like me. “She says, and I smirk. "Of course I'd never been like you.

She has not seen anyone who had matched her in bed so she stopped keeping boyfriends and started doing flings. For a week now she has been sex starved and her toys were not doing much for her so she decided to come to Little Castle and get high then seek for who would bed her for the night but getting to the club she changed her mind and decided to drink and smoke only. She was dressed in this black skimpy gown that has her boobs and curves showing with long black rubber boots. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she had a black lip gloss smudge on her lips.

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

he asked maliciously. -I think it's a great idea... - Missy yawned, nestling her pleasantly exhausted body against his and, before she even realized it, she had already fallen into a deep sleep. And full of dreams about Logan Knight

"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." I grimaced as I wondered if there was something wrong with her in the head. Lucas Hamilton was not looking like someone who can change and the way she identified him made me uncomfortable as I was sure he wasn't good in bed or whatever she meant. Andrea must've read a lot of erotic books that she didn't know what she was saying. "...and if he's so bad, I will change him as I said before," Andrea said and nudged my arm with her elbow. "He'll be one lucky man when he falls for me. What do you think? Am I a perfect girl for him,