When She Was Bad Book Novels & Stories

I quietly whispered as we were in the library. "It is an interesting book yet confusing." She frowned. "Why do you think it is confusing? I mean, She killed the people because she was a crazy woman." I scoffed. The damn queen was getting on my nerves. "Wow! Someone is sensitive." She grinned. "I am not." I scowled in annoyance. "Tell me, why do you think she was crazy?" She took a seat next to me and smiled widely. Where did this weird girl come from? I raised my brow in question at her.

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

She says chuckling again. I give her a smile and walk closer to her almost closing the gap between the two of us. “Oh really, that’s why you’re laughing?” I ask with a grin. She stops and looks at me with an expression I can’t fathom but I’m sure it’s not anger or anything close to it. She turns and picks up a book with a red cover and its title takes me off guard, TEASING THE BAD BOY. What the heck is that title anyway? And why do I feel if she reads that she’ll try to get some funny ideas on how to mess with me.

Samara gives her the finger as she greedily hooks into her own chocolate thick shake. We spend most of lunch listening to Kiarra's funny stories. She met a few people that were staying in the same hotel and went out partying with them, which apparently was the wildest night of her life. She had us in a fit of laughter as she explained how she ended up naked in the back of a van with some guy named Billy, due to a card game gone wrong. I shake my head at her as I wipe my eyes. She isn't one to be that crazy, which makes it even funnier.

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

Amelia screamed. “Keep reading,” Nate said. She flipped the page. It had all the stuff he loved about her, including the things she did to annoy him. She flipped to the second page. Which said how much he liked her butt. “Very funny,” Amelia said. Nate smirked at her reaction. She kept flipping the pages. The book was full of things that made her laugh. She finally reached the final page of the book and paused. Her heart started to hammer against her chest. She felt like her whole world was spinning.

Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch." I exhaled through my nose hard. "He never finished that one..." She slid her finger to the next. "Betting against Rowan Pierce: A Historical Account of Poor Decisions." "That one..." I said, rolling my eyes, "He actually wrote..." "Of course he did." Savannah flashed a grin and kept scanning, "The Alpha's Bad Moods and How to Survive Them." I stared at her, my eyes flicking to the shelf. "That book doesn't exist." Savannah pulled it out, tapping the cover.

“We’ll try a spoon of applesauce in a bit. Then soup if the gods smile.” She made a face I mentally captioned bribable. “You brought books,” she said, as if she had to confirm it was real and not a fever hallucination. “I did. No onions.” Her laugh tumbled out—rough around the edges, precious because it was possible. “Thank you. For all of it. The ugly parts included.” “That’s part of the thing,” I said. “The bad and the boring. The good is easy. The ugly is where the vows go.”

I apologise repeatedly, bending over immediately to pick the book she'd dropped when I bumped into her. I could hear her minions insult and accuse me as I try to gather both her stuffs and mine and while I try to ignore it, it actually does hurt. I wonder if they'd have been less insulting and dramatic over a dropped book if it had been someone else, someone from the cheerleading team just like them, maybe. Knowing Lizzy and her nasty attitude most of the time, I guess there wouldn't really be any difference no matter who the unfortunate person is, even if it's one of her minions.