배드 걸 Novels & Stories

"Thank you precious girl he's perfect, you're perfect." THE END

All his blood boiled at the sight of Camila's naked body that moved restlessly as if it was waving to be touched. Alex clenched his hands tightly as his arousal peaked. Yes, Alex had always been the weakest with that one girl. Seeing the body that he once had, now made Alex frantic and wanted to pounce on her immediately. But Alex did his best to restrain himself because he still remembered he had Angelina. "Alex ... I ... help me. I took the wrong medicine and it was ...."

바닥을 뚫고 저 지하까지 옷 끝자락 잡겠다고 저 높이 두 손을 뻗어 봐도 다시 캄캄한 이곳에 light up the sky 네 두 눈을 보며, I'll kiss you goodbye 실컷 비웃어라 꼴 좋으니까 이제 너희 하나, 둘, 셋 Ho-how you like that? You gon' like that, that-that-that-that, that-that-that-that How you like that? (Bada-bing, bada-boom-boom-boom) How you like that, that-that-that-that, that-that-that-that? Now look at you, now look at me, look at you, now look at me Look at you, now look at me, how you like that?

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, WILLY. Will_the_devil DAMN!

Or worse. *****

This was bad. Very bad.

Bastard! . .

She grins and does a mock salute with one hand on the wheel, “Yes, ma’am.” After that, the phone continues to vibrate, its screen coming on and off after every few seconds. Summer break has only just begun and it’s as though the curse of that devil has started to manifest. A doomed fate all summer because each time I think of my mother’s lover or perhaps hear her call his name, James Sullivan’s face will no doubt appear and ruin my mood. There is just no escaping that asshole.

"Amy, come here! Tonight you're going back to the basement. You're not allowed to come out without my permission." Terrified, Amy clung tighter to my clothes. I pushed her behind me and gently coaxed her. "Don't be afraid, my darling. In this country, no one can harm you." "Bitch!" Isla spat. "Even if you drag in the highest official, it won't help you. Austin rules this city." "In that case," I said coldly, "things in this city are about to change." The words had barely left my lips when the roar of engines thundered from the distance. Dozens of armored trucks loaded with cash barreled down the street, making the ground tremble.

I fiddle with my new bracelet, trace the tiny letter beads with my name on it while waiting for my turn. Miss Jota takes note as Whitney performs. Much to my annoyance, Whitney’s red pointed heels connect hard to the wooden floor of the stage, producing ear-scratching sounds. I focus on Miss Jota’s face, trying to tell if she’s pleased with Whitney’s performance but she gives nothing away. Whitney finishes with a mock bow, her friends clap and she climbs down the stage. Miss Jota picks a sheet from the table, squinting at the list.