Ugly Badtard Novels & Stories

Sia asked suddenly and Nate chuckled. “I told you before, I’m all yours” he replied pressing a kiss to Sia’s forehead. ‘You know what Caleb would call him?” he asked and Sia burst into laughter knowing that it was going to be funny. “What?” she asked a full-blown smile on her lips. “A bad girl’s boy or better still the bad girl’s boy” “Hilarious” THE END.

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

The sound of his hands slapping onto his grey sweatpants had somehow made it all worse. And he had known it was annoying the shit out of me. The fucked-up amusement in his eyes had shown that perfectly well. I swear he was the definition of ADHD. Then, after ten minutes of him slapping his hands on his thighs, he was humming the fucking Barbie Girl song. On. Repeat. Or nonstop. Whatever. It was the same goddamn chorus over and over again. I'd tried putting headphones in, occupying myself with How I Met Your Mother, or listening to Bruno Mars, but somehow, he always managed to bring my attention back to him.

The strong smell of cigarette smoke was making me feel sick. "Who was that?" I whirl as soon as we're down the path. "That's my housemate, Emily," he informs me, not looking fazed. "Don't listen to her, she is mentally unstable, I'm sure of it." "She walks around like that?" I shriek. "That's her uniform. She works at that nightclub across town. You know, the one with the topless waiters?" "No...?" I trail off. "Clearly you do, though."

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

So I've got some mischief…In my blood…Can you blame me…I never got no love…“ She turned towards the camera with a playful pout and a face fully covered in blood. She slashed her bald backwards as someone came up to attack from behind. The music continued to play as she returned to killing and singing ”They think I'm callous….A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a sch

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

LOL girl got dumped and decided to become a supervillain I scrolled past those. I’d been called ugly before, messy, every flavor of unstable and dramatic and too much. Those insults slid off; their cruelty was almost familiar, almost safe. What froze me was the second video, shot inside the tent by someone close enough to catch every word. My voice came through tinny and sharp on a stranger’s phone, every slurred syllable immortalized.

" Cause I’m feeling like a bad bitch. Better stay the fuck off, or you’ll find out just what bad is. I don’t need nobody to know about my status. A bad bitch. Cause I’m feeling like a bad bitch. I don’t need nobody to be telling me I’m the baddest. Better stay the fuck off, or you’ll find out just what bad is. I don’t need nobody to know about my status. A bad bitch. You keep on watching,