The Bad Beginning Novels & Stories

And though the rogues had fallen, something far worse had begun. ---

Hatred boils. Tomorrow, war begins.

Not forgiveness. But maybe, just maybe… the beginning.

My toes curl but I don’t stop, adding a second finger. “Christian don’t stop!” The moans fall from my lips like a prayer, and stars begin to form behind my eyes, letting me know I’m close. I use my thumb on my clit in a circular motion, preparing for a release that never comes as embarrassment wash over me when Christian’s door is violently pushed open. “You started without me, baby. That’s bad.”

who knew that he was the bad omen for me! ****************************** Just When It Seems Like Life is Getting Good, Something Always Has to Come Along And Ruin It. ************************* Names of places are fictional

This wasn’t the end. It was the beginning of the reckoning.

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.