Why Dumbledore Is Bad Novels & Stories

[COMPLETE] People rave about the bad boy...but what about the bad girl? Cole Danvers, is a cocky, good-looking jock from a family built on wealth. He has every girls attention at Primestone High, every girl but Lucy Hale. Lucy Hale is a badass. She's mean, a sight for sore eyes, a girl resistant to swooning over playboys like Cole Danvers and falling at his feet. That is, until Cole catches her eyes. When he notices that she isn't interested in his game, Cole's making his senior year count by grasping at Lucy's attention to win her over and hopefully fulfill his mission to make her fall in-love with him. What happens when his plan backfires and he instead ends up falling for lucy? Falling for the bad girl.

Past hurts have taught Vivienne Bouvier not to shy away from danger or show fear, not even when she encounters the ruthless Adonis Knight, CEO to Crimson Inc. But things are not always what they seem, and Vivienne may not be the only one with secrets up her sleeve—secrets of the shapeshifting, moon goddess, mates variety. As feelings and temptations ignite, old enemies start to close in on all sides, and with a potential war brewing they know they must fight to win, as failure could mean their deaths.

Willow Fletcher never asked for Ridgeway Academy. To her, the school was a fortress of wealth and privilege, where polished smiles masked sharp cruelty. But when the scholarship came, she had no choice but to step into its glittering, dangerous halls. Sweet, soft, and unworldly, Willow stood out the moment she arrived. The whispers began instantly, mockery laced with jealousy. No matter how kind she was, Ridgeway’s elite branded her an outsider. Yet, envy followed her every step. With her porcelain skin and delicate beauty, she was impossible to ignore. Especially to him. Ian Blackwood. Ridgeway’s crown jewel. The untouchable guy with a smile girls would burn for and a heart made of ice. Brilliant, composed, devastatingly charming, he was everything they wanted, and the very reason they ended up shattered. His friends thrived on games and chaos, but Ian? Ian preferred precision. A silent hunter. And Willow had caught his eye. She wasn’t desperate for him, and that was her mistake. Her innocence tempted him, and temptation was something Ian never resisted. When his friends dared him to make her fall, he accepted without hesitation. Because Willow Fletcher wasn’t just another conquest. She was a challenge. And Willow Fletcher was the kind of challenge he intended to savour before destroying

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."

Hope is a seventeen year old Omega. And for as long as she can remember, she has been moving from one pack to another with her widowed mother. Hope is a loner and all she longs for is to be accepted, to have friends and not be bullied. But coming to Crescent Manes, she meets her greatest nightmare in the form of Blake Parker, soon to be the Alpha of Crescent Manes. But Blake the tormentor carries a scar, a burden that no one knows. He holds a dark secret, one if unleashed might just spell doom to the entire race of wolves. ***** "Say it, Hope," he says, his voice dangerously low as he traps me against the cool tiled wall. A shiver runs down my spine and I have to close my eyes. His voice is pulling me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asks. "No." I try to slip away but he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. He presses his hard body against mine and I stifle a gasp, aware of every inch of him that is touching me. "You're not going anywhere. We're not done yet." He slides his hand up my skirt even as his lips trail from my neck to my collar bone. And lower. I can feel my resolve weakening as his hand reaches its destination. "Say it," he orders. I moan, dipping my head back. I want to say it, I really do. But I know that if I give in and say the words, there will be no going back.

Chandra grew up in a broken family. Her whole life is in peace while living with her mother. That is why when she's finally in the right age and she decided to live her life in the city with her brother, there she met her brother's bestfriend Kingstone. The Dean's favorite grandson and Chandra's walking nightmare. How did the badboy named Kingstone became Chandra's walking nightmare? It's because she's his favorite target when it comes in bullying. But when she's with her brother, Kingstone always act as if she doesn't exist. But one day, Kingstone started acting so caring and protective. It makes Chandra to think that's his action is one of his ways on bullying him. But slowly, she started to feel something she shouldn't and it makes her think that she's destined with the badboy.

She’s chaos. He’s control. And the war starts at ‘I do.’ What happens when a bad girl and a good boy get married? She lives for parties. He lives for books. She loves trouble. He craves peace. She thinks love is a joke. He believes it’s sacred. She’s chaos. He’s order. She’s sin. He’s innocence. And now… they’re husband and wife. When Nessa Stevens, the spoiled billionaire’s daughter, pushes her father too far, he gives her a brutal choice: marry the man I pick, or lose your inheritance. Annoyed, she dares him to find her a husband. Big mistake. Because the man he chooses is Aaron Amahle—the quiet, responsible nerd she once bullied in high school. He’s the last person she wants. And now seems to be the only one she can’t escape.

Kim Ara woke up in a hotel room, and realized that she had become a herself. When she tried to run away, she met Ozgur Doğan instead. The Middle-East Godfather! "Back there and be his whore, or here and be mine?" -Ozgur Doğan- ***** Ozgur Doğan is a bad man who manipulates his identity, so that made his accepted as the son-in-law of the Kim family. His life is filled with lies after lies. So that it makes many people fall into his bad life. Slowly, all of his lies began to be exposed. "Do you believe in life after death? Maybe, reincarnation?" -Kim Ara- ***** Does he still deserve to live happily? Or is he more deserving of being in hell? Here tells about the bad son-in-law!

CAUTION ⚠️: THIS STORY HAS MATURE CONTENTS, AND IT'S RATED 18+ PLEASE! Isabella Parker sold her innocence to save her mother, but the bad boy she sold it to refused to ever let her go. When life pushed Isabella to the edge, she had only one choice, that was to sell the only thing she had left: herself. Her mother was dying, the bills were piling up, and the world had turned its back on her. That was when Kade, the arrogant, cold-hearted bad boy, came into her life. He made her an offer she couldn’t refuse: one month of her body in exchange of money. But Isabella didn’t know that Kade wasn’t a guy who honored boundaries. He didn’t just want her for a month, he wanted to own her. To mark her. To make her forget who she was before he came into the picture. “You’re mine to touch, no one else’s,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding, igniting a fire she’d never felt before. What began as a desperate deal soon turned into a dangerous obsession. Will Isabella lose her heart to a bad boy like Kade or refuse to let Kade claim her?

"Daddy? When are you coming home? Mommy's on the bed, and she won't wake up." Luca's voice shook, breaking up with tiny, hiccuping sobs. "If she's not getting up, wake her. She's just being lazy, " Bill barked. "Look, I'm busy. Go ask your mom if you need something, and stop calling me for every little thing!" Then he hung up, just like that. He was too busy flirting with his secretary to care. Me? Luca? We weren't even on his radar. What he didn't know was that I was already dead. But later, when reality slammed into him like a truck, he clung to my photo, sobbing and begging me not to leave. Too late.