Плохая Девушка Novels & Stories

“Why are you helping her? Don't tell me… did you go to that pathetic Sunnyside school, too?” The mystery woman smirked. “Even if I did, at least I wasn't raised in a stable. You’re sitting here insulting people to feel better about your own insecurities. It’s pathetic. Get that through your head—if there’s any room left in there.” “Did you just insult me? I graduated with a third-class degree from Highlight University!” the girl in green sputtered, as if the school’s name made up for her grades. “A third-class? And you’re bragging?” The woman laughed, a sharp, musical sound. “What were you doing all those years? Clearly not studying. Your outfit says you spent more time at the club than the

It made no sense that she rejected a house that had all the amenities she'd never seen or enjoyed in her life over the crappy Omega camp. Leo's disgusted words rang in my mind. On our way back from the railway station, he couldn't stop ranting about the girl. "She has a terrible reputation, I swear on my mom's grave. Her fellow omegas have nothing positive to say about her. They say she's a fucktoy who gets passed around from one dick to the next and she enjoys gangbangs and-” I shot him a nasty glare, causing him to zip his mouth shut. It was torture to imagine her having sex with others.

"Sis, get the whole story, I clearly said I wanted to sleep with a rich guy, but when I woke up, I found out it wasn't a rich guy, it was an old man. After all, I drank too much, easy to make mistakes." "So you jumped off the building? You wanted to sleep yourself, who's to blame." "I didn't get what the dead girl was thinking, but one thing's for sure, if she hadn't wanted to marry that rich guy, nothing would've happened." "Her family was really poor, so it wasn't strange that she had those thoughts, but she just couldn't handle the consequences herself." "I was most annoyed by girls like this. They said they were pure and innocent, but when they met a rich, handsome guy, they couldn't wai

He asked as he handed me my drink. “I am not a good girl. I am as bad as every other lady in this club." I said arrogantly, raising my chin up in unnecessary annoyance. “Oh really? I can tell you're a very very bad girl. It's so obvious with your summer dress, bedroom worthy hair style, duck slippers, and awkward personality that you are a very bad girl." He deadpanned, sarcasm oozing out of him in waves. I drowned the contents of the cup, trying not to cringe at the sore toxic taste. “I am a bad girl. I just like being comfortable in clubs." I lie through my teeth.

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

I didn't feel good today to put on heavy makeup over my breakout face but what can I say when Rosa De Luca, the girl who wouldn't shut up if I refused her offered of this great idea to accompany her to this- another one of the party. I mean is not that I hate parties but is it just not my thing- especially when I am struggling with the girl problem right now but since I've been isolating myself in my small apartment over the past weeks- why not. She gasped an exaggerated gasp when I asked her that but I ignored her little comment about me being too unsociable.

Is qisse ka galat koyi anjaam nahi aane dunga Logon ke taano mein tera naam nahi aane dunga Saza milegi usko Jo galat hai Is galati ka tujh par koyi ilzaam nahi aane dunga" (I will not let this thing's result go wrong I will not let your name come in people's taunts, Whoever is wrong will be punished I will not let everyone blame you for this mistake) - I thought, I won't tolerate anyone saying bad about her. She is my pride, she is my love. I can't hear anything against her.

FUCK this is awful. I've dated so many beautiful girls, so many models, actresses and I also fuck them. Now I have to settle down with this ugly girl. I hate myself really, because my company is losing money and this deal is my only shot to pull myself out of the red. I have to make this deal. I've never even seen or talked to her, I haven't even seen a photo of her.

When I was already frustrated and sad over all things, Vickie strolled to me speaking “Oh poor Stella! I can’t imagine how you are dealing the fact that your boyfriend cheated on you.” This bitch! She didn’t even know the whole truth about our fucked up relationship yet talking the shit just to piss me off. I took my books and started strolling away but she halted my way giving me an evil look that only Vickie could do. She said “Told you, guys like him changes girls so easily but you didn’t listen to me.”

It seemed, Austin couldn't continue his words. I nodded my head. "I've never had sex." I said holding back the pain. At that very moment. Austin immediately took his finger away from my vagina. "Why didn't you tell me? Why are you acting like a bitch? I think you've done that." I smiled sadly. "Everyone thinks I'm like a bitch. What's more, I'm the Boss Mafia's younger sister. I'm a playgirl, my acting is like that too. But, my mother taught me about the honor of a woman."