Novel & Cerita Step Into The Bad Side

He put his arms around me and hugged me closer. "What's wrong, baby?" he whispered. "Bad girl at the party threatened me to steal you away from me, so I'm going to make you feel so good that you won't think about anyone else but me," I pouted. "Bad girl? What bad girl? Remind me to send her a thank-you note later," he chuckled. "That black-haired witch!" I exclaimed. "Who...oh, do you mean Shelby? Why would she try to steal me?" he sounded confused.

Can the sky crash on me right now? I can't believe I've finished eight out of the ten things that I should do to destroy him. Only two steps away from reaching the point where I must break his heart. I'm thinking, do I really need to break his heart? Do I really have to be the weapon for the destruction of the most enormous jerk I've known in my whole life? Am I made for that? What if karma hits me even harder? Unravel me into shreds. Smash me into tiny bits. I should tap out of this crazy shit. My eyes brushed throughout the words written on the paper until I saw the one and only rule I have to follow.

I'm ready to sleep with him. I ignore the sickening feeling in my gut that reminds me he is once my bully, someone I hate, a beast when he is enraged, and he is going to ruin me and throwaway me soon, when he'd get bored. Plus he is my step brother, and Dad is going to get mad if he finds out. Being with Max is dangerous and unhealthy, it's like I'm sinking lower and lower in to a quicksand whenever I'm with him. Because I always find myself doing the unusual things I will never do in my right mind.

Cally exclaimed "max? what's that got to do with it?" cried Stephan "You idiot! Stephan is a lecturer's son, and he is brave enough to touch my head, then he will be modified into my robot, if he fails, then I will eliminate and destroy his body!" Stephan opened his mouth, he really got a partner who is the most creepy, cold blooded killer ever, an angel of death that must be avoided completely. "Flies will go into your mouth idiot, I'm just using my brain to think. Get all the data right away, I'll go have some fun first!" he chuckles

I started liking him. I told Bree, and she warned me immediately. “Be careful,” she said. “Stephen is Stephen. He doesn’t change. Everyone knows the kind of guy he is.” And she was right. Everyone knew him as that guy. The bad boy type. The one who didn’t care. The one who used girls and moved on like it meant nothing. I even heard rumors about him recording things he shouldn’t have. Things that made my stomach turn. But I didn’t listen. I never do when I want something badly enough.

My shorts are still completely ripped into two around my waist and there's a huge hole in my fishnets, revealing a lot more skin than I was initially. Jack follows behind me, keeping his body somewhat pressed against mine as he keeps his hand on my back, nudging me forward. We reach the front of the sorority, having me stumble through the entrance as my drunken and sore state causes me to continue to lose my footing. My eyes fixate on the road ahead of us, having me see a black G wagon sit at the very end of the walkway with its headlights on. Dread deposits itself into my stomach, having me take smaller steps as the idea of getting in that car absolutely petrified me.

By the time she reached her office, she slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it, heart racing. So this was his game. He wasn’t just staying in town — he was stepping into her life, her world, one careful move at a time. She crossed her arms and exhaled shakily. “Fine, Stefan Maynard,” she murmured under her breath. He clearly wanted trouble, and trouble he'd get. ___________ “You should start calling before coming over, Stefan. You can't keep showing up like this,”

I should have left. That's the thing about bad decisions. You don't fall into them. You walk toward them. Eyes open. Pussy throbbing. One foot in front of the other knowing exactly what you're doing and doing it anyway because the alternative — the safe, sensible, therapist-approved alternative — sounds so fucking boring you'd rather burn down your entire life. I didn't turn around. "Fine," I said. He stepped aside. I walked past him close enough to smell clean soap and warm skin and something underneath that made my clit pulse. Something male and earthy that my body recognized before my brain had the decency to catch up.

“Night, step-brother.” I turned and walked inside without another word, cock aching, heart racing, and the taste of bad decisions already thick on my tongue. This was only going to get worse.

more or less. I'm selfish and all... I know... I don't mind being the bad guy...I can be the bad guy than the good guy who end up regretting everything.