Step Into The Bad Side Novels & Stories

He mocked as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip hungrily as he awaited my response. "No, I'm not embarrassed." I stated. I wanted to believe that I was telling the truth. But something deep inside just didn't feel right. Maybe that's why I feel so incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of people knowing about us being step-siblings before this. But, I don't know if it's making me embarrassed, or ashamed. "Then why is it such a big deal if people know? You did that shit, can't take it back now." He chuckled

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.

LUKA Do you believe in superstition? God? Or the man made belief that we could predict the future or know when something is wrong in the present? Some call it gut instinct. You know that feeling you get when something bad wants to happen, a premonition for either good or bad, mostly bad. That anxious nagging feeling that never goes away even when you ignore it, and will probably cost you when you successfully do. Something was wrong. I can feel it deep in my bones.

steve_ui: hi itsmecristy: hi steve_ui: now what? Mea grimaced. What was this guy’s problem? He came chatting first and had no idea where to go. She showed her phone to Renee and she just smiled awkwardly while blocking the guy. “Yeah, guys like that exist, and they’re a pain,” Renee said, which was obvious for Mea that she was speaking from experience. “Just block them,” she advised and went back to chatting and smiling like an idiot on her phone. Mea scrolled on her screen and picked a chat that already has a topic. She wouldn’t want another awkward guy asking her what’s next.

"Max___!" "Fool me once, shame... Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice, b*tch, I ain't your kid! I won't be carrying your cross the entire f*cking time. I'm f*cking done being your get-away card! Whatever it is the two of us had, it's f*cking done!" "But___"

As if they were some kind of floating myths or were never there in the first place. "Sorry Eli, about your sister." I mumbled under my breath and left the room with a heavy heart, leaving him alone in there, not before meeting Stephan's orbs who leaned on the side of the door with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. I hung my head and walked away towards the staircase almost to ready for the day because my gut was constantly telling me that something was about to go wrong.

Abigail asked quickly. “In a hurry, are we?” Stephanie smirked. “Just tell me already.” Abigail groaned. Stephanie laughed. “It’s simple. You have never shown him the kind side of you, only the rich bitch side… the one that always insults and put him down. So now that he is broken hearted over Rachael, it’s time for you to step up and show him how much a kind person you are. No man wants a woman that would call him a glorified mannequin.” Stephanie shrugged.

I have no respect for someone who is supposed to be a leader preying on those that are weaker than him. Instead of backing away, he shoves me off of him and sticks his foot out causing me to faceplant like a starfish in the hallway, while my books go flying across the floor. Rather than give him the satisfaction of getting mad or reacting, I choose to ignore him. But when I try to stand Alpha Caleb's girlfriend, Stephanie comes around the corner in time to kick my hands out from underneath me causing me to face plant again and laughs.