When She Was Bad Book Novels & Stories

Three beautiful intelligent girls of three different races become really close day by day, a black girl who's a Swazi, an Asian and an American. They do everything in their power to achieve their humongous dreams which were meant to be fulfilled anywhere in Europe. As they grow up, they tend to have threads of wanting to experiment everything and anything under the shadow of fun and wild. They do secret tattoos, secret piercings, they want to go adventurous and fly out for trips,they host private and secret wild parties without their parent's knowledge. They feel ready to explore their sexual fantasies. They get boyfriend ls,they decide to go for a trip as a whole bunch just for fun and being adventurous up until one if the guys gets his dick cut mistakenly, in the name of fun.

"What does she have that I don't possess?" Arla questioned sarcastically. "As far as I know, I'm better in bed than her. Do you want to find out?" "Don't test my patience," Liam warned, his voice firm and unyielding. Unfazed, Arla continued her seductive advances, pulling off the first layer of her nightwear as she walked towards him. "Don't you want me?" she asked, her voice dripping with temptation. "Say you want me." Liam, unable to resist her allure, pulled her onto the bed and laid on top of her. "Touch me," she purred "I'm all yours." Arla, the notoriously rebellious youngest daughter of the famous billionaire Williams, was born into a complex family dynamic. With four daughters from different mothers, the Williams household was no stranger to drama and tension. After causing yet another scandal, Arla's father had had enough and decided to marry her off to Liam, a ruthless mafia leader. Unbeknownst to Arla, Liam's world was filled with numerous mistresses, each vying for his attention and favor. However, Liam's heart truly belonged to only one woman: Vivian, his childhood love. Amidst the chaos and passion that swirled within the mansion, Arla found herself under the watchful eye of Liam's cunning and ruthless stepmother, who controlled and manipulated the mistresses with an iron fist. Unwilling to be tamed, Arla's arrival in the mansion would shake the foundations of Liam's dynasty. As she navigated the tangled web of secrets, deceit, and desire, Arla refused to bow to the will of those who sought to control her. With her fierce spirit and unyielding determination, she would leave an indelible mark on the hearts and lives of those who dared cross her path.

Matilda, a young lady living in Oxford in 2015, sees no harm in reading a poem about true love that she finds in an antique bookstore. Matilda is confused when she wakes up and finds her self transported back in time to the 15th century. Her situation is made worse when she finds out that in this new life of hers, she has a husband. She tries to explain her predicament to him but he thinks she is his wife that lost her memory. Will Matilda find her way back to the 21st century or will she remain in the 15th century where she finds everything strange?

Ophelia Martins was once the girl everyone wanted to be—charming, magnetic, untouchable. But when betrayal rips through her inner circle and the ones she trusted most reveal their darkest sides, her world shatters. From best friends turned enemies to ex-lovers hiding cruel secrets, Lia is left to rebuild her life from the ruins of public humiliation and heartbreak. As she struggles to find her footing, Tyler Reed, her childhood friend with a mysterious past, steps in. But Tyler’s return isn't just timely… it's calculated. Beneath his easy smile lies a vendetta years in the making, and Lia might be the one piece in a revenge game she doesn’t even know she’s playing. Secrets run deep in Crestwood High. Everyone has something to lose. Everyone has something to hide. And just when Lia thinks she’s taking back control, a buried truth about her identity threatens to unravel everything. Love. Lies. Legacy. In a world where betrayal feels like love and revenge wears a charming face, can Lia survive the truth long enough to reclaim her own story?

“It’s her I want”. Aurelius, the ruthless alpha of the Crescent Pack was pointing directly at me. His eyes, piercing and intense, locked onto mine in a challenging manner. Seraphine Everhart’s family had been massacred when she was barely six years during a pack war between her pack and the Nightshade Pack. Aurelius Vortigen, the alpha of the most ancient and feared Crescent Pack is cold, cruel and didn’t have a problem living up to his title as the ‘Ferocious Alpha’ even when Seraphine waltzed into his life. Seraphine who was lucky to survive and work as a slave in the Nightshade Pack had everything she needed, a decent boyfriend, a woman that loved her like a daughter and amazing friends but when the alpha plans to form an alliance with the Crescent Pack, everything she had spent 15 years building came crashing down from the storm of Aurelius’ presence. She hated him from their first meeting and when he selected her as a gift, she rejected him as her mate. He also didn’t want her, but he didn’t want to let her go. Suspending on an empty space, that was how he kept her, a pawn in a game she never wanted to play. “I, Seraphine Everhart, reject you as my mate”, my voice was firm and loud. Enough for Aurelius to hear, but not quite enough for him to take me seriously. He let out a cold laugh that made me flinch in fear. Then he finally said, “I, Aurelius Vortigen, alpha of the Crescent Pack, do not accept your rejection.” “Don’t you get it love, you’re mine and you can’t let go of me that easily”. On saying that, he grabbed my chin firmly and smashed his lip against mine.

At our wedding, my wife's assistant "accidentally" uploaded the wrong photo. The big screen was supposed to display our wedding portraits. Instead, it was a picture of my wife and him in full wedding attire. Their fingers were laced together, their eyes locked in a soft, intimate gaze, looking every bit like a blissfully happy couple. The entire venue erupted in shocked whispers. The assistant froze in shock, acting like he had no idea why he was in the photo. He started panicking, asking if we should just postpone the ceremony. My wife, however, stayed surprisingly calm. She whispered her solution, “Everyone’s here. Postponing now would be humiliating and, honestly, a bad omen. Beside, most people here don’t even know what the groom looks like. Why don’t we just let him stand in for you?” Our friends were dumbfounded. They all thought I’d explode in anger and jealousy after hearing something so outrageous. Instead, I nodded, saying it was actually a great idea. Seeing how composed I remained, my wife looked pleased with herself. She told me that since we were legally married anyway, she’d make it up to me later with another ceremony. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing: she had just signed the divorce papers.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

Catalina Caressa Marisol Ziva, a girl who was abused since a very tender age of six. Going through the trauma she does, it makes it difficult for her to trust anyone and she is terrified of anyone she doesn't know. In one of her torturous days, she comes face to face with her mate. Terrified of the outcomes, combined with the life she led, she does one thing that comes to her mind! She runs! Runs away from her mate and pack and vanishes without a trace! No one knows where she is or how she is, they only know that she is alive! Roscoe Fraser Aurelio Cedar, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack has always been taught to love, protect and care for his mate. He is taught that a mate is to be treated with atmost respect. He has been searching for his mate for years now. When he comes face to face with his mate and she runs away from him, he is left heartbroken, thinking his mate doesn't want him. Not completely knowing why his mate ran away, he tries to find her but the more the time passes, the more he loses hope. Little did he know that his mate will be before him in the unexpected hour. Catalina has till date regretted her decision of running away from her mate. She searches everywhere she can for him. Will she be able to find him ever? Will he forgive her for running away from him, if she does find him? Will they find love in each other?

When a small town woman collides with the most dangerous man in the city, sparks ignite and nothing will ever be the same. Grace Adams has spent her life carefully avoiding chaos. But when she crosses paths with Damien Blackwood billionaire, rule-breaker, and the kind of man who makes sin look like salvation her world tilts. Damien isn’t the type to take no for an answer. He’s powerful, magnetic, and determined to unravel every wall Grace has built around her heart. But Grace knows men like him only bring heartbreak… and she’s already been burned once. What begins as a dangerous game of resistance quickly spirals into something darker, deeper, and far more intoxicating. The harder Grace pushes him away, the harder Damien pulls her in. And when shadows from her past resurface jealous ex-lovers, secrets she thought buried, and enemies that even Damien can’t control Grace must face the ultimate question: Will she run from the fire, or let it consume her? 🔥 When Fire Meets Grace is a sweeping, addictive romance filled with passion, danger, betrayal, and the kind of love that can’t be tamed. Perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover, Ana Huang, and Sylvia Day.

A witch alone in a cursed house should know better than to answer voices in the dark. Hidden deep within the Blackwood forest, Eleanor lives behind ancient wards with her feared husband—a dangerously powerful man whispered about in frightened prayers and old legends. Though ruthless to the world, he has only ever been gentle with her. Before leaving on one of his mysterious journeys, he gives her a single warning: Do not open the door after sundown. But when Eleanor hears her dead mother crying outside in the storm, she breaks the wards protecting their home—and invites something ancient inside. Now the house groans with restless spirits, shadows move without light, and something inhuman stalks the halls at night whispering her name. As the darkness tightens around her throat, Eleanor realizes the creatures hunting her are not the most terrifying thing in Blackwood. Because her husband is coming home. And the man who would burn kingdoms for his wife has discovered something touched what belongs to him.