The Power Of Bad Novels & Stories

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!

Her words are barely audible. I take her hand in mine. “Why?” “Because I hate myself, that is why. I would rather hurt myself than lash out at other people.” “Why do you hate yourself? There is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful just the way you are.” “Have you ever just felt like you have lost control of everything in your life, and you can’t do anything about it?” she asks. “Yes, many times. Why do you think I do the things I do?”

I know this not because I can see you but because I was afraid too and because anyone who is not afraid at this point is not paying attention. *Here is what I want you to know.* *The power is not separate from you. That is the thing they never understood — the ones who wanted to take it, to weaponize it, to use it for purposes it was never designed for. They thought of it as a resource. Something that could be extracted and redirected. They were wrong.*

I didn’t even remember I had something so powerful, I didn’t know I had the key to our victory all along. The orb, it’s the only way to defeat Dymion without implicating his father. The shattered remnants of a magical orb that lay on his shelf, glowing held a deadly power that could render him powerless, just like it did to Keith's father. It may be broken, but the power it held is still as active as if it were still active and working. It’s still glowing, I can feel its heat within me. Dymion must know that I have this orb now, why didn’t he come for it all this while?

Could he have been sitting here with a lot of girls. “Looks like you have been doing the most..” I murmured.. “I'm a changed man, pookie…” He turned to me briefly, a smirk across his face before turning back to the laptop. “So what topic should we pick?” He asked. “Do you even know the topics under the course?” I asked teasingly. “You are underestimating me, Bambi.. I'm way more learned than you” “Okay fine.. what should we work on?” “‘The Power of Voice,’ huh?” he murmured, concentrating on the laptop.

_*]:min-w-0"> "That's what I've been trying to tell you. My power doesn't wait for conscious control anymore. It just responds to emotions and destroys things." Tears streamed down my face, and each drop that hit the floor created ripples in reality itself. "I'm becoming a natural disaster. And natural disasters can't be reasoned with or loved into stability." _*]:min-w-0"> "So what's the alternative? You isolate yourself and slowly go mad from loneliness while your power consumes you?" _*]:min-w-0">

"You have no control over it." "I said nothing happened!" he argues, sounding strained. "I do have control, okay?" "No, you don't," she argues right back. "I had a phone call on Friday from your counsellor. He has recommended you go to anger management classes." "For fuck sake!" Finn exclaims in exasperation. "I don't need to do that."

The good and the bad nothing in between. The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys. The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.

"You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time." I grimaced as I wondered if there was something wrong with her in the head. Lucas Hamilton was not looking like someone who can change and the way she identified him made me uncomfortable as I was sure he wasn't good in bed or whatever she meant. Andrea must've read a lot of erotic books that she didn't know what she was saying. "...and if he's so bad, I will change him as I said before," Andrea said and nudged my arm with her elbow. "He'll be one lucky man when he falls for me. What do you think? Am I a perfect girl for him,

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. OTHER WORKS: 1. THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK ONE: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK TWO: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK THREE: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY 2. DANCING IN HIS STORM 3. THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 1: THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 2: THE UNWOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 3: UPCOMING