Step Into The Bad Side Novels & Stories

Every bad girl needs a list and I've got the perfect one. ◇WAYS TO BE BAD AND LET THE WORLD KNOW THAT YOU ARE BAD◇ You aren't bad until you can wear all pink and still have everyone scared of you. -almost every day. You aren't bad until you've broken into the enemy's house. -did it twice. You aren't bad until you have a natural thirst for vengeance. - it fuels me. You aren't bad until you've to punch someone you detest in the face. - and I'd do it a second time.

“Josh” Angelo and Stephen both said in unison, and I was looking at the young boy in front of me. With the way, he speaks with calmness and his body language, I don't find him anywhere near psycho. But I can't trust his body language, people deceive easily by looking into in eyes. “The fucking bastard Playing,” I said. “What…” Steph asked. “He is not looking like a psycho or anyway near psycho, but that psycho is close to him and may be working for him, or it could be Ivan, but we can't trust,” I said.

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy. But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster. I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!

I’ma feed off that shit until she runs out until they both do. I realized as I stepped out of the car that something in me had shifted way off in the wrong direction. I feel like an android that’s about to malfunction or some shit. Those around me don’t seem to notice the change, but I can feel it, which is both good and bad. It’s not time for this side of me to manifest itself to the world. Because once this beast breaks out of its cage, it’s not going back in. “Gabe!” I came out of whatever fugue state I’d just stepped into at the sound of Pop’s voice.

“Because it sounds a lot like you’re just mad your brother gave me a ride and ordered takeout, which makes absolutely no sense, by the way,” His eyes flashed. I didn’t even flinch. “Zade is literally just being a brother,” I added, trying to get a read on him. “Not that you’d have any idea what that’s like.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. The second the words slipped out, I froze. His jaw ticked. His stare turned sharp and still—so still it felt dangerous. Stephan stood slowly, the movement fluid and unhurried, like a predator closing in. I took a step back without realizing, my spine hitting the door behind me just as he reached me.

"Yeah, well, welcome to the club. Nobody asks for anything around here, but that doesn’t stop people from holding grudges." I glanced around again. The glares hadn’t softened. If anything, they seemed sharper, more hostile now that I knew the reason behind them. It was like walking into a lion’s den and realizing you were the prey. "So what do I do?" I asked, hoping Stephan had some kind of magic answer. "You prove them wrong." I frowned. "How?" He grinned, that same mischievous glint in his eye. "By kicking their asses, of course." I let out a nervous laugh, though it did little to ease the knot in my stomach. "Great. No pressure, then."

Ste-phen could tell Dexter wasn’t the type to lose at something he wanted. He had seen people like him—those who would do anything to win. Just to win. But Dexter had chosen the wrong thing to chase. The mate of a devil like Ste-phen. When Dexter remained silent, still glaring at empty space, Ste-phen took a step back casually, as if the conversation had suddenly bored him. “Stay away from Mason,” he said, his voice cutting sharper, edged with primal danger and sincerity. He leaned in again and whispered, “You don’t want to see the dark side of me.”

“In fact, I am sure that I heard more than yiu because I know you don’t know what’s about to happen in less than an hour.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “What does that mean?” I demanded. Alderson sighed and sat up better. “Look, you just need to stand up for what’s right for you. You can’t let them decide what you have to do or who you have to be with.” He said to me. “If you let them think they can take control now then there is absolutely no turning back for you. It is going to get worse for you. They are going to do more and break even more boundaries. I mean do you want your life to be like mine? Or like Andres?”

I needed to do a few things. What things? I wanted to ask him, but I didn't feel I had the right. Colton had his hair disheveled, he was looking for things in my kitchen, he looked like someone else. Another person I didn't like at all. And that made me sad, really sad. Knowing that Colton has a bad side and a good side. I didn't know which side would win out. I didn't know which side I liked. Colton wouldn't tell me his problems, he would leave without telling me anything and come home drunk late at night, I didn't even know his past and I was planning to move in with him. Am I sure what I want to do? Because it's too big a step, just look at the example right now. He always dumps me and le

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.