The Bad Seed Novels & Stories

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

I eye the tablet he's holding up for me to take, I can't place which one it is but the look of it already makes me hate it. I hate drugs and call me silly abd insensitive but I kinda worry about accepting pills from bad boy Caden, even if they came from the drawer in my bathroom. Praying this dosen't kill me because he probably picked the wrong one, I open my mouth and accept it, flushing the god awful thing down with the water he handed me. I swallow too hard, sending a substantial amount of water down the wrong pipe, sending me into a crazy coughing fit. His strong arms circle me almost immediately, his wide palm rubbing circles on my back to calm me down.

I didn’t feel like going to ER tonight. “Forget them, bro,” I said simply. “Isn’t that Max’s crew?” Adam said, following our conversation. “Have you heard about the underground fighting ring that he’s running? Man, they’re a bunch of crazy motherfuckers,” Max was a small-time conman that was known for running the streets. He owned some bar downtown called Castro’s, and a bunch of shady shit usually went down over there. I thought it was funny that a guy like him thought that he ‘run’ the streets, when in fact, my family owned this island.

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

Badmus curved himself into a ball in a bud to find a little bit of the warmth that he could find in the prison cell where he lay. His whole body felt like it was burning. The weather was cold , very cold . Yet there was no dirt of provision for him to rest his head. For the past many days , he had been going through one torture to the other. But he had refused to yield . There was no way he was going to yield. The only worry he had in his mind was the arrival of Tamina. How was Ruckus able to find her ? Not just find her , he equally brought her. Perhaps, a kidnap scenario. But that was a call for war . Going I to another pack to get someone out without any proper methods if approach was a g

The offer is tempting. "Yeah? And then do what?" I raise my eyebrows. "Then we test out the bed," he winked. Oh, he is being a bad boy. "Won't we get in trouble?" I ask, suddenly worried. "Gosh Danny. You look like a complete badass, but sometimes you can be such a goody two shoes. Take some risks sometimes," Stephan complained. He is right. I can't play it safe all the time. "Alright, show me the bed." I grinned and let him lead me upstairs.

Upon arriving at the cabin we all settled in. There was fog, it was very cold, we were surrounded by trees, there was a lake a kilometer from the cabin, there were even neighboring cabins, when we arrived, we observed that they were busy, there were several guys a little close to ours. Something was happening at night, it had no signal, we tried to put a movie but there was no handling. Until we opted to make a campfire outside, Zac was telling us his stories at work, how his relationship with Tai began and so on. A while ago, we just arrived, I saw that Antonio brought with him a guitar, could it be that he plays? I'm tempted to ask him but I dare not. We each have a beer in hand, it's a ni

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!

“But he’s not. He’s inside the oven. He’s the New Baker.” “He’s not here for bread, June,” Gabe said. He stood behind them, white hair blowing wild in the heat. “He’s baking time. He wants to rewrite everything—go back, erase your family from baking, wipe out your whole life so he owns the future.” Suddenly, the oven’s door started to open. Not like a regular door—it slid down into the ground. A river of liquid gold spilled out, melting the grass, turning dirt into burning glass. “The seed!” June reached for the tiny black seed tucked in the book. Heavy as lead, freezing cold in the middle of all that fire. “Gabe said someone has to plant it. Right in the fire.”

“Stay hidden in the Void forever, or risk letting the Reconciliation touch you to plant the seed and maybe fix everything.” The barrier cracks and the Reconciliation surges forward. “Finally,” it says with satisfaction. “The Void Born fails and you become mine to reconcile.” I look at Sera holding the seed that might save reality or might be my death sentence. I look at the Reconciliation reaching for me with appendages made of collapsing timelines. I look at the Void around me that’s offering eternal safety at the cost of eternal isolation. And I make my choice. “Give me the seed,” I tell Sera.