She's Bad Novels & Stories

one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five She was a bad person. She was a bad person. She was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was a bad person. Lila was evil. Lila was evil. Lila was evil. If something was said enough times then it was believed, wasn't it.

I took her to the corner and yanked her to the wall. "What is wrong with you?" She asked. "I think she's no good and I don't want her around here." "But she just came in." "I know. I don't like her around you," I scowled. "Don't you get it? She's a bad influence Tiff." You can say that again. Bad influence. "You don't know that." Tiffany muttered with a worried smile. "Of course I do. It's written all over her face. I don't know if you see it but I do. She's not a good person and I can feel it."

Before her very eyes, her world was crashing. She could not believe her eyes. She could not believe she was seeing a tape that looked like her s*x tape. It just has to be her sex tape because she can recognize it anywhere anytime. This is not happening. She thought, shaking off the sickening feelings washing all over her. Tears were threatening to pour from her eyes but she blinked them back and looked back at Mr. Bushman "What is this?" She asked even though she knows what it is.

' Sia has really disappointed me today, I thought she was sure a good girl, but today I am starting see her in a different light' ################

And given the fact she didn’t even know his last name, he was the epitome of an outsider she shouldn’t be discussing her family affairs with. But she was mad as hell and needed to vent. So, here it was… “You have no idea what a bad time really is,” she shook her head and started pacing the room again. “A bad time is when you forget to set an alarm for the next morning, when you miss a call after waiting for hours, or when you step into the shower and the water runs out. The bad time is when you’re halfway through your hazelnut frappe and realize you’re insanely intolerant to hazelnuts. That’s, what you call a bad time. What I’m going through…is a series of unfortunate events which do not see

She turned and looked at me. “I'm sorry” she whispered “I thought you were asleep.” “i’m so sorry for being a bitch.” “cursing doesn’t look good on you” “thank you for the therapist. Thank you for everything.” I smiled. “you are not as bad as they say. You know.” I tilted my head. “huh, how bad??” “well, mafia and tough goes together perfectly.” “I could be worse” “how worse??” Shit, she doing that thing again with her eyes.

“This is bad.” I frowned. “I know it’s bad.” “No, you don’t.” She leaned closer. “You think it’s messy. You think it’s romantic. You think it’s tragic with a little spice. It is bad.” Apparently I was an idiot who could not take a hint that someone wanted nothing to do with me. Someone being Leonardo, and the idiot being me. But why did she think it was bad in that tone? What was her reason? She answered before I could ask.

She was to charm him with the crystal but it seems she has forgotten. • • ________________ T b c

"Sure" I could sense she was feeling a little awkward, nervous even. I knew for a fact that this wasn't the sort of thing she was used to... waking up to a man on her couch, naked, let alone an employee. "So, last night was pretty fun. Who knew the boss was such a party girl?", I teased to ease the tension. She almost flinched at the mention of her title. "Hmm" "So that really wasn't your scene?" "A dark, stinking hole of a club in the dirty streets of NYC? No, I'm more of an uptown girl"