Step Into The Bad Side Novels & Stories

I looked ahead. At the structure. At the unstable lines. At the way everything was still adjusting. Trying to correct something it couldn’t define. Then. “I push back.” Silence. Then. “That’s worse.” “Probably.” But necessary. Because if I kept reacting. I’d lose. Eventually. Both sides would close in. And there would be no space left. No options. No choice. So instead. I stepped forward again. Not carefully this time. Not quietly. Deliberately. Directly into the unstable point.

My palms turn slick; sweat prickles along my spine. This isn't just some boy. This is the Damon-Salvatore boy hot I had a revenge kiss with at a random party. And he is supposed to be my new step brother?!

taking a step forward towards the guy who just takes a step back. He did the same thing to just to-step back when I just required him the most" a soft smile over his face. Not being able to control anything that is coming out of his mouth, just the inner feeling within him just falling out like a waterfall. "Am I really a bad one? Like you know, a toxic person who just-just is selfish to keep the person by its side I love the most" just to hear the silence from the other side.

He never left and was always there for me through thick and thin and that's why he means a lot to me. They say behind every bad bitch, there's a good girl who got tired of everyones bullshit. Well that saying is true, because I did get tired of all their bullshit, that why when mum said I was gonna move, I didn't really fight back. I was glad that I was leaving. I planned that no one would ever get close enough to hurt me again and no one will. ********* It was my turn to lock the shop, Steve said it was because I came late, I should see it as a punishment. But Carlos was still here, sitting at a table with his phone in his hand. I huff and stomp over to his table.

What was even more embarrassing was the fact that he walked in to meet my pillow still in my mouth. Wrong Timing Bro! What does he want anyways?? What is he doing here? Is he here to repeat what he said last night? I could literally just scream out in response and go lock myself in the bathroom. And I seriously don't care how weird it may seem. A girl is allowed to freak out... Especially if her mother's new husband's son just might've said the L word to her. I still think step brother is an easier way to address him but I'm not ready for that discussion yet.

Sia bent down to her level and met the latter’s eyes. “Let me tell you something you don’t know Zurie” Sia started. “You don’t know my parents Zurie but let me tell you something you should know. I can beat you here black and blue, beat you till you can’t move a muscle and there’s nothing that would happen to me, I can shove you off the bleacher stands like you did to me and no harm would come to me, heck no one would even dare to report me. I can waylay you when you are going home and cart every single one of your belongings, your clothes inclusive, and leave you naked, you and your driver, you wouldn't be able to do anything to me and you know it” Sia said and everyone could feel the hairs

Nate said in a low voice. He walked away and headed towards his room. Fuck women, fuck love, fuck everything. He will never fall in love with another girl again, he promised himself.

From bad to worse. I enter the office and sit in the chair in front of him, separated by a light wooden desk. Maybe he won't strangle me with the desk. I start talking before he does. "I'm really sorry, sir, but bad luck is attracted to me like a moth to a flame. You know when you walk, step on a gum on the pavement, and when you lift your foot, the gum sticks to both the sole of your shoe and the street? And you know when you try to remove the gum from your shoe, but it won't come off even with a miracle?" I give him a moment to picture the situation. "Well, I'm the person who steps on the gum, only instead of gum, I stepped on bad luck at birth, and despite all my attempts to get it off th

I stepped out into the cool air, the sky painted in shades of purple and orange. The breeze carried the distant smell of pine and damp earth, but all I could taste was the sweet, intoxicating promise of power. I unlocked my car, climbed into the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut. As I turned the ignition, I caught my reflection in the rear-view mirror. A twisted smile spread across my face. Stephen thought he was untouchable. He thought the crown belonged to him by right. But tonight, his precious kingdom would burn, his mate would be stolen and he would finally learn what it felt like to lose everything to the brother he had pushed into the shadows.

On our sixth anniversary, my girlfriend Emily Spencer's childhood friend, Dante Randall, pulls out a "Model Boyfriend Scorecard". He throws an arm around her shoulders. "Em's too trusting. A guy says a few sweet words, and she falls for it, so I need to screen them for her. After all, nobody knows men better than a man." Emily doesn't object. She just sighs. "My mom picked the wrong guy in the past. I'm not making the same mistake." From that day on, every single thing I do ends up on that scorecard. When Dante calls Emily in the middle of the night to pick him up from a bar, I offer to drive her because I'm worried. Dante looks me right in the eye and writes, "Tails his girlfriend ever