She's Bad Novels & Stories

"We. Are. Not. Busy." Why don't I feel so frickin' lucky? Should I just call in sick? That sounds like... it's never gonna work. I guess I'm gonna have to survive. It's just an outfit. I'm gonna be just fine. --- 7 minutes later (Imagine in SpongeBob's narrator's voice) I am NOT OKAY. The fuck is this?!.. "So.. do you like it? 'Cause I think it's pretty hot," she said, giggling. "Yeah, Brit, you really outdone yourself this time," Matt said, complementing her.

Marley was our immediate boss and the chief editor of Blazer – the worst-selling magazine in DanLes. Patricia shrugged. “Yah. So you’ll be dead if you’re late,” she said with her fingers together up on the nape of her neck and gestured as if cutting her throat. I giggled at her funny expression. “What’s wrong this time? She seemed to be alright yesterday.” I tilted to glance at Julia who lifted her head above the huge screen and blinked her eyes behind her heavy, black-framed glasses. “Not me.” She muttered. Marley was a moody woman, like most artists, she’s sensitive, even edgy. The last time she flew off the handle was simply because Julia, our clumsy assistant, mixed up her mugs and poure

she asked. “I’m not belittling myself! I’m being completely honest! Look at those men. They can’t take their eyes off of you. You don’t need to put on any makeup or wear anything fancy to get their attention; just you. Alas, beautiful women are the worst. They don’t realize how bad they are.” Ivanka was speechless. “Yeah, I’m a bad woman. I’ll show you just how bad I am tonight.” Sandy could not help but laugh. “Okay, show me!”

"Who says I'm not?" I'm a hundred percent sure she's upset, but she's trying to have that 'I'm a bad bitch, nothing can hurt me' look, which I'd say is really working. She's a good actress, I'll give her that. I'm about commenting on that when she taps on my arm repeatedly. "He's here. Two O'clock."

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

She looked so pale. "Are you assholes going to say hello, or will you just keep giving me dead-man looks?" she chuckled. Yup. She was back. "I literally need a Big Mac right now!" she exclaimed. "Edward, you look as handsome as ever. Look at you, Sienna, all ugly." I laughed, wiping tears away. "You've been in a coma so long; why are you so happy?" "I’m a bad bitch, duh..." She looked up at Sebastian. "Who’s this handsome fella?"

And as of this moment, it wants out. “So you don't want to go out with me? It's okay, I'll be going on my own. After all, I don't have any friends I can go out with," she says, trying to blackmail me emotionally. She actually has a lot of friends. Perks of being the Alpha's daughter but she always calls them fake friends. “Besides it's been ages since we last went out," she continues

“At least eat half of it.” Sighing, she looked up, “I swear I’m not hungry.” She stated as she heard someone scoff infront of her. “Disrespectful bitch.” Savio muttered. “Like yourself?” The words rolled out of her mouth in an instant, leaving the room silent. “What did you fucking say?” He snarled in anger. “Are you deaf?” She questioned instead. From her peripheral vision she was Sienna gasp whilst the others were wide eyed at her outburst, but what they didn't know was that she was a bad girl with a foul mouth.