When She Was Bad Book Novels & Stories

She chuckled and walked to the shelf, she trailed her fingers on the books looking for one with a title she might like. She saw Romeo and Juliet by Williams Shakespeare, it's an old book but she's kind of a romantic. Scarlett smirked and brought it out from its position. "Cool" She smiled, staring at the red book cover. She walked to Xavier's seat and sat down on it. She flipped the pages of the book and began reading. It looked interesting but Shakespearean English was getting her tired and bored. "Thou hast…" She yawned and her eyes slowly closed. The door suddenly slammed shut and it jerked out of the nightmare she was facing.

I felt bad instantly; she wasn’t the one who kept me confined, and taking it out on her would make me no better than the monster I criticized. "I can bring you new ones if you'd like," she offered uncertainly. "No, these ones are fine," I replied softly, hoping to ease her fear. "Let me see those." She handed me the books, relief flickering in her eyes. "Thank you," I said, trying to show her that I wasn’t out to make her life difficult. She didn’t do anything to me, and she deserved kindness. "Thank you, ma'am," she whispered again, visibly relieved. She placed the books on the bed beside me, and I picked up the first one. It was a fiction about witches, a perfect distraction if only my min

"She pretends to not know the direction of the library then asked me when I am the new kid at the school who hasn’t know half of the school part." "Why did she freaking did that? And library? She didn’t even read." "I know she was lying the first time I saw her. I mean I’m not the one to judge but she doesn’t look like a girl who loves reading." "Because she is not. What did she do next?" Tyler scratches his hair. "Well, she kinda, you know, a...a shove her boobs to my chest." With that, I burst out laughing loudly. "I knew this will be your reaction."

Good riddance. After she’d put her food away, she wandered into the living room. She finally found a light switch, and when she flipped it on, she saw that there were books on the side table. She frowned. The books were all boring nonfiction tomes about economics, which sounded like terrible choices to provide your guests. Or the last guy was the most boring person ever and had left them behind.

"But just remember one thing, if I really want to crush you, I know what to do and I am sure you know what" Cherry's last words could not stop replaying in her mind as Kristen drives home. She knows what her sister is talking about and she knows Cherry is so evil that she would go to any extent to pull someone down. "Who cares, what's the worst that can happen to me now? Nothing" She said out loud, taking a deep breath. "When you decide to run away from a problem, another problem meets you. What a life?"

Xavier asked, his voice was as lazy as his eyes, soft and a little hoarse with his sleep. “I’m just reaching for this book,” she called, trying her best to make her voice as deep as she could. “I’m reading it.” “No you are not, you are sleeping.” “But it’s open and from what I understand, as long as it’s open in front of me, it belongs to me till I return it back to the shelf.”

The door slams shut again and footsteps move swiftly towards me. "Bitch! Don't play some hero out there, I won't ever see you in a different light." Wren says. "I didn't do it for you," I say expecting no compliance from her, I only didn't want to be the villain that everybody will rant about. Her gaze narrows and her mouth is drawn tight like a modern-day Mona Lisa. "Manipulative bitch." She grinds out, Wren takes pleasure in being alone with me. She digs her nails into my hair. "Let's see if you can stand a single omega, bitch."

The rain hadn’t stopped. It fell in thin silver threads, drumming against the cabin roof with quiet persistence. Sienna sat by the dying fire, the laptop glowing in front of her like an open wound. The words still burned across the screen: CALL ME WHAT YOU MADE ME. Her reflection stared back at her — pale skin, tired eyes, hair clinging damply to her face. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept in weeks. Maybe she hadn’t. She closed the laptop slowly, as if afraid it might bite, then turned toward the couch.

I said to myself. "That's cool!!!!!" Sophia said with a smile on her face. "Uhmm... If you would excuse me, I am running late for A.P Calculus class and I don't want to face another detention" I said, looking at Sophia. "I see you have also met the nerd of the school," Tisha said, why does she have to be so annoying at the moment by giving me that stupid tag? Funny how she thinks I am a nerd when I can be the best definition of the baddest stripper.

Austin frowned as he reached for my work ID, but before he could glance at it, Isla snatched it away and ripped it to shreds. "What are you doing?!" I snapped. She flung the fragments in my face with a sneer. "Still trying to fool Austin with a fake ID? Don't bother. I saw through your little trick long ago." Her laughter rang sharp and cruel. "Look at you. The best you could manage is selling yourself to some decrepit old man. Though I doubt anyone would even want you."