Step Into The Bad Side Novels & Stories

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.”

“Let me enlighten you on something, you and bitch ass crew wouldn’t last two minutes in there. Why you are judging me and Treasure, you need to look in the mirror. What you will see will surprise you, what I see is three bitter bitches that take pride in preying on others with your words. The next time you said something about me and Treasure, you will be kissing that floor where you stand. Now get the fuck away from me” They move anyway immediately heading to their seats, I turn back to pick up my book from off the ground and sat down from their class begin. I sat there thinking about the times that I spent back in juvie I knew that once I get out that I was going to be label the bad guy. I

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.”

I mean what good could possibly come out from me going down this dark pit? I take a step backwards, but my feet have an issue taking orders from my brain, and the next thing I know, I'm stepping towards the bookshelf, widening the gap to accommodate my frame. Okay so maybe a little peak inside wouldn't hurt. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? I take one cautious step inside then another, my breath hitching as the walls seem to swallow me whole. I swallow hard. I should turn back.

The side I suspected he had. Beside the wall is a bare two post metal stand. Wicked dark metal glints at me in the dull red light. I swallow. Knowing my face is flushed deeply at the discovery. I am still stranded at the entrance, Stephane walks towards me. Stalking steps. Like a predator with a prey caught in his lair. He stops only an inch in front of me and I suck in all the air I can get.

I could see the sharp gazes of the women fixed on me. They seemed ready to pounce on me and wanted me to stay away from Atlas. Those women had really made a mistake. I was sure they would regret ever admiring Atlas as a great man when they learned that Atlas was just a bully who mistreated people. They were no different from Atlas, so they would still accept Atlas. Atlas would never lose his perfection in their eyes. I lowered my gaze to avoid them. "Don't you hate me as your step-sister?" I spoke softly beside Atlas, who continued walking. "Wouldn't it be better if we didn't walk together?" I glanced at him, and he shot me a cold glare.

I want it right now. I guess he could read my mind because he nudged his head for me to come in. I stared at him. I want to go in, but do I have a choice? He will punish me if I don't. I lazily walked towards the entrance. He watched me carefully. I walked towards him. He held my waist, but my hand moved toward his cock. I want to touch it. I want it in my mouth. He stopped me before I could. I looked up at him in confusion. "How bad do you want it?" he asked. The steamed water hit my clothes, wetting me instantly.