When She Was Bad Book Novels & Stories

"I heard some gossips about that girl. Some declare she's the vicious and manipulative type with a bitchy attitude. Be sensible about her." "Hmm?" "Won't you take my advice as a warning?" I heaved a sigh. I don't feel like communicating for a bizarre excuse but she blabbers too much, contending a chat with me about her folly parody. "Belle, there are more threatening beasts than her, right?" After all, I'm cunning with a shrewd sanity and much more immoral than her, if I must. I wish to expand my phrase but I'm afraid she would just keel over right there while cackling her ass out.

I asked, seeing a little frown on her face. "I'm unable to find a book. Maybe a student took it without getting it issued. These students are just very careless." She said looking at the computer screen. "Oh. What book?" I asked, out of curiosity. "Umm it's 'The girl he used to know' by-" she read from the computer screen but I completed her sentence. "By Tracey Garvis Graves?" I said it more like a question. "Yes! That's the book." She said, jolting up in amusement.

For as long as I have known her, she always had her nose buried in a book and that wasn’t even the weird part, the weird part was that she was convinced they were real. “I am going to ignore your pessimism,” she said, “Anyways this book is about a really evil Alpha.” “Let me guess what happens,” I interrupted, “He finds his mate and she makes him a better person. Sorry to burst your little fantasy bubble; but that doesn’t happen in real life.” “First of all, that is not what happened,” she shot me a scathing look, “Second of all, they do happen.” “My apologies; what happened in the book?”

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

Leah indeed loved reading comics. But... "'The Last Supper of a Serial Killer,' 'The Singing Voice of the Sewer,' 'Horror Nursery Rhymes,' 'You Look Delicious,'" Diana's expression gradually contorted. Well, let's see what books she has been reading lately instead. "'How to Kill Your Neighbor,' 'Abnormal Psychology,' 'Self-Improvement for Beauties,' 'Advanced Handbook for Pro-Level Girls,'" Diana muttered. "What the hell is all this?" Just then, a notification sound chimed.

I walked towards my desk and sat down and she did the same, sitting across from me, her eyes not leaving me. I furrowed my brows, “I've never come in contact with that pack. And it's strange for someone like me.” She scoffed. “More reason I wanted to kill you so badly.” She said daringly. My fists were clenched, ready for any attack, and Jerry, he didn't leave me here for the witch. He stood behind, his claws out, just in case this lady transformed into her witch personality. “Your pride has never left you, not for once.” She judged me with hateful eyes and then smiled mischievously.

She's a baddie, which is obvious, a transformed one because Sandra changed into this bad form due to her financial problem which led to the death of her sister. Isabella's heart beat increased fearfully, sensing what Sandra might ask of her. But she was desperate, and she knew she had no other choice. "I guess you're not ready for this, but will you?" "Chara, please explain to this kitten"she cut her off and hissed out.

They had to be something, or maybe like the other time, she had a condition. “Why?” I found myself asking, they had to be something behind it all, she wouldn't just agree to whatever I say to her just cause I did and for worse, the change only took place in less than an hour. She folded her legs further into her bed and I still stood mute to the ground, staring at her and trying so hard to read through her thoughts. “I guess I just realized there was no point getting in your bad book!” I scoffed underneath my breath, if we were going that lane, she owned the bad book and wasn't just someone in it. I dropped my hands down with a smirk on my face before speaking.

I am really curious as to what's in it but I'm not gonna give her the satisfaction of watching whatever she has planned actually happen to me. The first might have been a decoy to actually make me feel safe and sound till, boom, I open the other and white itching powder rains on me or something that's gonna make my face break into humongous zits that'll never leave me forever. Okay, maybe I'm over-imagining things and none of those things could happen but she's also Natasha Banks, a cruel, popular, good-looking bitch! And yes, I know I just complimented her in this supposed-to-be-rant!

she took that as an invitation to sit down beside me, which is a bummer cause I was hoping to sit alone to the ride there. I was tempted to give a snarky remark, but she might find humor in that as well so I opted not to... I let it pass by like a rhetorical question. “I'm Luna by the way,” she extended her hands towards me. “And I'm not interested,” I ignored it. Surely that should be enough for the girl to get the memo... Should! She laughed again. “I think you and I are gonna get along just fine 'Not Interested'” she quoted. I genuinely made an effort not to roll my eyes, but it was near impossible, especially when I'm going to be dealing with 'this' the entire bus ride to Miseri Camp. Th