She's Bad Novels & Stories

She throws them at me, hitting me square in the face. "I am not wearing these," I say flatly, staring at the denim shorts in distaste. "You'll be able to see my butt cheeks." "Exactly." "That's disgusting," I huff, throwing them at her head. She ducks, causing them to sling-shot over her head and knock over one of her perfume bottles. "Nice one, idiot." "Bitch." I mutter. "Thank you," she beams, taking it as a compliment. She throws the shorts back in and pulls out her black, denim skirt. "Here, wear this."

She looked at me confusingly My wild dreams, I said scratching my neck Chiiiiii! you're bad boy, she said but her face tell me different stories. I'm bad then what you?? Saint ah?? You too imagine right? I asked What? She asked Facial pack. Don't think I forget it, I said That's that's, she said. What that? I asked Nothing, she said looking embarrassing. You don't have to embarrass to me. It's fine and I don't have any problem to do that with you in future, I said

Her icy tone was doing something to me. “Um why yes, of course. Cobalt is indeed a member of my pack,” I stammered clumsily. “Ok, and what pack would that be?” she sounded as though she wanted to reach through the phone and strangle me. “What? Oh of course for identification. It is the um, the, damn it, it’s the Moon Eclipse Pack.” What was happening to me? I had never had trouble talking to women before. Why the hell was it so difficult to speak with this one?

She was wearing a stiletto that was so high that if she falls she will definitely break her neck. "Oh My God, What are you doing here? And what are you even wearing, I mean, ew" She rushed out in a very annoying and high-pitched voice that was straight off daggers to the ears of Sebastian. However, her sentence made Sebastian very angry as he did not want any random girl talking to his mate like that. He immediately figured that this girl must have bullied Kelly in college due to her inferiority complex which Kelly must have triggered. Before Sebastian could say anything, Kelly decided to speak up

"But I feel so bad for them, she came all the way from New York and she has no family here, no one it's just so unfair." "You learned all that in the last hour and fifteen minutes?" What the fuck is up with women anyway? It's like they meet each other and shit just starts spilling out. "Well yeah, what's wrong with that? Anyway I think it's awful that she has to go through this and she has no way of getting back to her family, she's ashamed..."

Thanks for your help ". I said sarcastically and she tilted her head to the side and glared at me. Her eyes were as hard as stone,a scowl marred her face. She doesn't want me talking to her. That's for sure, I looked away because her glare was intense. Something tells me I shouldn't mess with her,she is wearing a leather jacket and black jeans and a pair of black sneakers,I raised an eyebrow at that. She looks like someone who is going to a funeral,something tells me to stay away from her. I was giving her side glances because she looked suspicious.

"It's not my fault I don't know some things! Even when I ask someone, they just make fun of me and make me cry or give false information! Everyone is bad... like you. You're bad!" Her voice cracked on the last word, and she rubbed her eyes with her fists, her small body shaking with sobs. "You asked me, and now you're yelling at me. You're bad, so bad. I'll… I’ll throw cockroaches on you," she added, her words coming out in a desperate, angry torrent. I stared at her, momentarily stunned into silence. She sat there on the floor, hiccupping through her tears, her face scrunched up in frustration and exhaustion.

His fatigue was lathered thick in his tone but he did his best not to show her that. She blatantly ignored him, almost as if she could see right through him. Her eyes were set on her target with laser focus, dead set on me. They narrowed and her pouty lips curled into a snarl, "You," she seethed, "its all your fault." The guard caught her forcefully by the arm as she stumbled forward, nearly touching the silver bars. I guess he had no clue of her special talents of being immune to silver. He yanked her backward and snorted, "You're drunk," tightening his grip on her arm.

she asked and sat beside her. Mea taps her upper body with her towel. “He’s awful. Too full of himself.” “Then you do something with that.” “It’s his problem.” She took her phone from the matt behind her, a safe distance from the water. “I’d rather practice with online chatting than this, this is horrible.” Renee grabbed her phone and took a picture of her as she struggled to get it back. “What is wrong with you?” she screamed and stood to reach it, but Renee tiptoed higher.

He gritted underneath his breath, this time gripping the railings tightly. “Maybe not” she teased “the innocent ones turn out to be the baddest after all” And then she leaned in, burying her lips in his neck and whispered “I bet your brother can tell you, what a bad girl she is!” What???! Adrian stilled, he probably didn't hear what she said properly. “Yeah” the girl breathed, trailing kisses up his jaw “I bet he knows exactly how she likes it!” She said and instinctively Adrian's hands flew to her neck.