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Bad Boy Meet Bad Girl *Major Editing* by shortINA918
shortINA918
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Darein, mostly known as Jean, is living the life as a bad girl. Everyone thinks she lives in a perfect life, everyone but her close friends. Does she really have a perfect life that everyone thinks she has? Is she really that tough, confident girl that everyone sees? Will Jean's life change after her auntie comes back and take her away from her not-so-perfect- life? Or she will stay the same?
Good Girl Gone Bad by iFellForAmeezy
iFellForAmeezy
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Mandy's a good girl with a perfect life. Perfect family, perfect friends, perfect grades, perfect body, perfect everything. That's until she makes eye contact with Austin Mahone the biggest bad boy in town and he soon makes her the biggest bad girl in town. What happens when they pair up? Nothing but trouble along the way.
She's Not Afraid (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction) by zaynsbrunette2
zaynsbrunette2
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He's Scary. They're afraid of him. She is not. He's a player. They all fall for him. She does not. He is a bad boy. She doesn't care. She thinks he is the same, just another bad boy. He thinks shes different, because She's Not Afraid.
The Bad Boy vs. The Bad Girl by continued
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** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.