bad-boys

I__ broken. Fucked up. I feel sick. I can__ breathe. It__ like someone__ snaked their fingers around my heart, capturing it in a crushing grip. It__ Emma. This is her doing. Well, it won__ fucking bleed for her. It won__ bleed for anyone. It__ black. I__ dead inside.

I completely lost control. I was out of my fucking mind with the taste of her, the feel of her, those little moans of pleasure she made. Fuck, that woman completely unmans me. She consumes me to the point where my brain stops functioning entirely_.

You. Aren__ you one of those Morgan boys? You must be the bad one.

I like to play dirty. I can also be very, very exacting._ Rate St. Sebastian.

What is that?_ Addison inspects the food with a look of sheer revulsion on her face. You__ swear I just handed her a plate full of arsenic. __he Works Burger with fries and extra onions and cheese, exactly as you ordered._ I keep my voice level.She sends me a scathing look. __o I look like I__ ever consume that amount of saturated fat?

I don__ think I__ feel any more violated if he__ stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.

I was wrong last night. Kyler isn__ just trouble. He__ an apocalypse-level disaster waiting to happen. I need to find some fallout shelter to hide in. And quick.

If evil had a laugh, she thought it would sound like his.

One thing a girl loves more than a bad boy is a self-aware bad boy.

I don__ want a challenge with a woman._ Adrian was getting bothered by his friend__ persistence. __ want one who__ ready and willing. You see how pristine that chick looked? We__e talking completely uncharted territory. She__ probably never had a tongue in her mouth, much less a cock. I ain__ got time for training.

And then I met this girl._ He paused, his fingers finding mine in a tight squeeze. __nd she made all my dark corners light

They say things about these woods...that there are strange things living here.

There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it__ just the way he always smells and there is no way to define it.

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

I'm half good and I'm half bad. My mama is a very good girl and my daddy is a very bad boy. And I guess that leaves me somewhere sort of...here.

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn__ sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.

(...) before they actually admit to the big 'L' word. Love or lust - what's the big, damn deal? You're going to _fuck either way, right?

Girls, watch out for the bad guys!...there are those capable of showering their resources on you just to dance on top of you, and finally destroy your good image and reputation.