She's Bad Novels & Stories

God, they were so predictable. People like her thrived on dragging others down, and when it didn’t work, they got even angrier. Their hatred was their own punishment. I turned away, my smile widening as I slipped a hand into my bag and pulled out my phone. I thumbed the volume higher on my headphones and let the beat of Bad Guy by Billie Eilish pulse through my ears. “I'm that bad type. Make your mama sad type. Make your girlfriend mad tight. Might seduce your dad type

Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh I'm the bad guy I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role I'll be your animal My mommy likes to sing along with me But she won't sing this song If she reads all the lyrics She'll pity the men I know So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh I'm the bad guy, duh I'm only good at being bad,

The bass thumped through Ava St. James’s bedroom like a heartbeat that refused to retire. Wrapped in a silk robe the color of champagne, she twirled in front of the mirror and laughed at herself for laughing. Usher’s “Bad Girl” was far too bold for a woman who knew better—and exactly right for a woman who knew herself. Seventy looked good. Better than forty, if she was honest. Forty still tried to impress people. Seventy only had to please the mirror.

Bad Ismena, very bad girl. Rising from the bed, she reached for the room phone and ordered some hangover tea. She's feeling surprisingly good this morning, too good. Wasn't her chest burning the night before? Her meds have finished too. Double-shit, way to go reality. Always here to ruin her happy moods.

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

he gritts his teeth, ' she is really a stubborn one'

"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.