Novel & Cerita She's Bad

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.

What if he was actually a bad person, only out for his selfish interest? She walked up to him, and when she was a scant meter away from him, she said, “Fuck you! I don't have to prove anything to you.” Then she turned to her men, “Guys, let's move.” Her men wordlessly followed her out. Ash caught Capo starring at him, “What? Are you still going to defend her?” Capo nodded. “After she all but admitted that she's a bad person?” Ash asked, bewildered. “She didn't, Boss.” Capo replied.

She is only mine. Xx____xX

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.

she added laughing quietly. “Well, Bald Tom is throwing a fit because you’ve rendered another one of his fighters useless. Asking for some sort of compensation” she said and Sia grabbed the bag on the table before dropping it over her shoulders and walking to the skinny woman. “Useless? He should be grateful I didn’t send them to the King of heaven” Sia spat snatching the pile of dollars in her hands and walking out of the room. Despite far from the boxing ring, her ears were still greeted with the screams and shouts of the boxing ring.

I am really curious as to what's in it but I'm not gonna give her the satisfaction of watching whatever she has planned actually happen to me. The first might have been a decoy to actually make me feel safe and sound till, boom, I open the other and white itching powder rains on me or something that's gonna make my face break into humongous zits that'll never leave me forever. Okay, maybe I'm over-imagining things and none of those things could happen but she's also Natasha Banks, a cruel, popular, good-looking bitch! And yes, I know I just complimented her in this supposed-to-be-rant!

Zachary raised his eyebrow but decided to follow anyway, head turning to the stage. "I'm not good at singing," Scarlet started, voice a bit nervous. "I'm not good at dancing either. I'm the type of person who always tries to see where she can belong. Unfortunately, I still can't find the group where I should be." Her eyes were filled with emotions as she spoke, as if recalling all the times she tried to fit in with the pressure of her parents' dictatorship on her left shoulder then her own interests on the right. "But for one week, everyone treated me as if I'm one of you... especially the ballet team. Thank you, girls... and everyone, for making me feel that I truly belong." That I'm someth

Her unconventional choice had worked first time, why not again? She nodded at me, screwed up her eyes like she was thinking hard, and then opened her mouth. Her voice this time was very high and sharp, but clear as a choirboy’s. I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve iiiiiiiiit

“Why don’t we watch something funny for once? Let’s laugh tonight.” Her eyes lit up. “Okay, you know what I like? I don’t know if you’re down, but let’s try it.” She picked up the remote and pulled up Bad Teacher. “You know, I only saw this once, but I actually liked it,” I said, settling in. “I love Bad Teacher,” she said. “And if you ever hear me, say ‘Her Shirts miss buttoned,’ just know, I got that from this movie.” I looked at her, half laughing already. “For real?”

she corrected with a sharp tone “My bad I meant step sister,” I said “The dead one or the alive one?” she asked laughing hard “Definitely the alive one,” I said with a fake laugh trying to match her laughter “What about her?” she asked murdering the steak on her plate with how aggressively she was cutting into it “She just seems like she has nothing attached to her, no scandal, no secrets, nothing like that. Is that true?” I asked anxiously waiting for her to answer me “Yeah that's how she is, the bitch has no substance nothing attached to her” she answered dismissively