So Bad Novels & Stories

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry) Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry) Being so bad got me feelin' so good Showing you up like I knew that I would" Me and Kova were jamming Demi Lovato's SORRY NOT SORRY, singing so loudly that the whole United States will hear. "Baby, fineness is the way to kill Tell me how it feels, bet it's such a bitter pill And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger, better things" Damn Demi Lovato is an awesome singer and at that moment Kova Pull off a high note.

Huwaaaa 😭😭😭😭😭 I Envy my own character. Please, I was crazy now 😭😭😭😭

I failed my child, I failed myself, I failed as a mother, I failed in everything! "I'm a bad person," I muttered, hitting my fingers on my lap. "I'm a bad person. I'm a bad person. I'm a bad person, I'm a bad person...." I kept on muttering as mom got up and pulled my body closer to hers. I sobbed harder. "I killed my baby, I'm a bad person. I killed my baby, I'm a bad person." "No, no you're not." Mom spoke softly as she patted me. "There was nothing you could do. You're not a bad person, my dear. You're not..."

"This is synthetic blood. It won't heal him once it enters his system! It'll only make his condition worse." 'Boom!' Zeke's eyes widened in terror. 'Fuck!'

Like having to literally run away from a horde of ducks and their ducklings, three manecoon cats, and two German Shepherds that targeted my shoes, I had to listen to this twenty-two-year-old man sob about some mystery woman and his pet sister. “You know what’s worse?” he squeaks, voice nearly gone now, before grabbing the box of tissues he brought along to blow his nose into. “No, but I’m sure you’ll let me hear all about it.” “Marcus might be resigning! He could literally be someone sobbing his heart out right now, but I can’t even call to apologize because he’s blocked me everywhere.” He leans over and grabs a large bag of cheese-flavored chips before stuffing his face with a handful of th

The static intensified — until the sound of gunfire ripped through her skull like lightning. She screamed. The laptop flew from her lap, clattering to the dirt. The screen filled with one final line of text before it went black: SUBJECT J.M. — SIGNAL LOST. Sienna froze. Her entire body went numb. The static cut off. The hum, the connection — gone. She stared at the dark screen, heart pounding so hard it hurt. “No,” she whispered. “No, no, no…” And then, from somewhere deep in the tunnel behind her — a single footstep echoed.

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'm happy they're here finally." ****Sorry for the short chapter. Mind's been on a wild rollercoaster for a ride. I will not be responding to negative comments. I simply will find a way to block you from my books. I'm not forcing any of you to read, your negative comments are disrespectful not only to me but other readers who happen to be enjoying the read. Please just simply don't read if it's something you don't like. Thanks****

“You know you were right when you said the members of the Bad Boys Club didn’t have the tools to use the acronym BBC.” I laughed with him even though tears were in the corner of my eyes. He was trying to use jokes to deflect his pain. “I am not saying I don’t have a huge dick I’m just saying I don’t have…” he laughed again. “I don’t even know what I’m saying. I think I’m drunk.” He wasn’t drunk yet but he was getting there. “Jess,” he said in a low voice. “I’m sorry for picking on you.”

Is that too much to ask for? “Excuse me,” I said, waiting. They turn to look at me. When they notice who I was, they give me a look of disgust. I did not care at all. “Well look at what we have here if it isn’t it the stuck-up bitch,” the douche bag said. “That all you can come with? It amazes me how small your brain really is?” “What you bitch?” “LET ME SHOUT IT OUT TO YOU, I WAS SAYING YOUR BRAIN IS SMALL. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING NOW?”