Step Into The Bad Side 소설 & 이야기

61. The other side of him III. ~PAMELA I could not believe what I was watching but it was real and I had gone numb with fear. I tried to mentally play it down but I was on the brink of losing my mind. There was another person in Stephan's head and he was out of his cage. If Stephan was bad then this one has got to be evil. I was not judging yet but from the little I watched Mr. Void's personality, I could tell he did not give a flying fuck about anything except for Stephan.

CHAPTER 12 Miriam's Pov I couldn't believe she'll come to a place such as this, I know my life socks but having are life socks too, is a No No for me, hopefully Steph didn't say anything about her been related to me in front of the guys, i meant to say in front of Josh, Adrian and Mike, Steph walk behind me we approach where she stands dress like an whore, the guys she walked in with seems notorious and having a serious face as people who engage themselves in shady deeds, it's not as if am way better than anyone else, but I'm not as bad as you think i am, I only do what's needed to be done never to become a puppet.

“I’m just trying to survive, Sophie. I didn’t come here for any of this drama. My parents worked too hard to get me this scholarship. One wrong step and I lose everything.” Sophie linked her arm with mine as we headed toward the bus stop. “I get it. I really do. I was in your shoes two years ago. But listen Aiden and his crew? They’re a different breed. Rich, bored, and used to getting whatever they want. The fact that you pushed back on Aiden? That’s going to make him more interested, not less.” I swallowed hard. “I’m not interested in being his entertainment.”

“Urgh.” “Astrid,” Janine cut in, tugging on Astrid’s sleeve to get her attention. “Why don’t you come to this side of the class away from Serra and her friend’s bad influences, where we can be best friends on the other side of the room. Over here. Away from the bad girls.” Janine then pointed to her friends. “Good girls.” She pointed in Serra’s direction. “Bad girls.” “Noooooo,” Serra replied in an eerie tone of voice. “Astrid, come with us. Come to the bad side. Discover the unholy sin of fun.”

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

"Yeah. I hear what you are saying but..." "Hold up, I hope you are not trying to be a good person because you are his step sister now? Trust me, that bastard won't change even for you. The best thing that you can do for yourself is to walk away and leave when you still can because he is nothing but bad news on a good day. Okay?" "Yeah, I hear you. I will stay far away from him."

At that moment, I knew we had stupidly walked into a trap. We just stepped into hell.

I am aware that I owe him nothing. Maybe he secretly dreams that I would give him a blowjob. Ha! I have heard rumors that our bad guy sleeps with females who are interesting, not only in appearance but mentally as well. In his words—‘I don’t like to sleep with brainless broads.’ So, all the girls who don’t pass through different stages of his competition will be automatically excluded from his list of prospective candidates to jump into his bed. How do I know this? I know because my best friend Stephanie missed her chance. She is a kind and sympathetic girl, but sometimes her upstairs doesn’t work

“Or a trap.” Madison traced the spiral with her gaze, her voice steady but taut. “Either way, it’s a response. They’re not just watching. They’re asking us to step into their rhythm. To *join* it.” Stepbrother’s calculations flared violently. “Assessment: entering deeper resonance sequence will expose cognitive vulnerabilities. Probability of manipulation: ninety-eight percent. Probability of revelation: seventy-one percent.” The ghost spoke quickly, shadows trembling. “I warn you—once you step into their rhythm, you cannot unsee it. You will not come back the same. I stayed above for a reason.”

“We had normal problems. Homework. Boys. Exams. Then you got cursed with two mates. And suddenly, the sky goes dark, the animals die, the water rots.” She tilted her head, studying me. “It’s a bit convenient, isn’t it?” “That’s not how it works,” I said boldly, but my voice wavered. “Isn’t it?” she asked. “Where I come from, when bad luck follows someone, people notice. They whisper. They stay away.” Sonia stepped closer. “Maybe we should have stayed away sooner,” she said. Stephanie’s gaze raked over me, from my worn shoes to my layered sweaters. “She always looks like she’s in the wrong season,” she muttered. “Maybe that’s it. Maybe she brought winter with her.”