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Falling for the bad girl twenty-four
[Cole]"Come-on, please, please, please, please, pleaseeeee." I pleaded, just as I've been doing for the past couple of minutes."My answer still remains the same when you asked the last five minutes ago, and the last ten minutes ago, and also the last fifteen minutes ago. No!""Would it change in the next twenty minutes?""What? No! Go away!! And stop with all the begging, you're giving me a headache," She rubbed her temple with a small scowl."Ohh, come on. Have a little fun while you're young. You wouldn't want to be all dried up like granny over there," I pointed my head in her direction, thankful she didn't hear me. She's a strong lady, that one.Suddenly burst of laughter caught my attention and upon turning around, I spotted Tamara entering the diner with an giddy expression, all excited as she made her way to Lucy."Lucy, you won't believe what just happened!" Tamara exclaimed, settling into the chair two seats from me which was also across from Lucy at the counter. She hasn't
Last Updated : 2024-01-15Falling for the bad girl Chapter twenty-five
[Lucy]It's Thursday and I have an afternoon date with Jones. Mum made me promise to meet up and eat with him at least once or twice a month. We– mum, Jones and I– meet up to eat twice in two weeks, and my mum and I eat together seven times a week. To be honest, I think she's suffering from withdrawal syndrome; withdrawal from me, that is.Anyway, I rushed to dress up and headed over to the small cafe across the road from The Flapjacks. I check to see if someone's standing or watching from across before entering the Cafe. If granny Steve sees me, I'm a goner.The first thing that hits me as I enter is the warmth surrounding the building. It's like I'm wrapped in a wollen sweater, with mittens and socks during the winter and then doused into a jacuzzi filled with hot water. The second thing is the smell of fresh ground coffee beans, and hits me along with whipped cream and chocolate.I scan the place till my eyes find Jones at a table near the window and I quickly step towards him. I
Last Updated : 2024-01-28Falling for the bad girl twenty six
[Lucy]Since Cole forgot the bag of tools we would have used to sneak into the house, we had to look for another alternative, also known as, the bedroom window. Luckily the lights were on so it was an easy climb though I needed a boost from Cole. I entered and helped pull him up then we started with the plan."I'll take the bathroom, you'll take the kitchen," I pointed out."Okie dokie, ma'am," he teased and stepped out while I got to work. Thankfully, I carried some other tools with me incase you know who fucked up, and what do you know, HE DID!Anyway, I replaced the toothpaste with sour cream, put glue on his toothbrush, added dye to his hair and body cream and tinkered with his toilet. As I was wrapping up with putting itching powder in his shoes, I heard a noise from the bedroom.I halted, turning my head to the source of the noise. Stealthily I walked to the door, grabbing hold of a loofah since there wasn't anything I could use to defend myself with. As I walked, I heard voices
Last Updated : 2024-11-22Falling for the bad girl twenty seven
[Lucy]We sat on a bench, the atmosphere buzzing with the weight of unspoken words and lingering looks. Just moments before, laughter had filled the air, but now, silence stretched between us, dense with anticipation.Cole took a deep breath. “Lucy, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said, his voice steady, though the look of vulnerability in his gaze betrayed his calm demeanor. “I really like you. Like, like-like you. Ever since we were kids, I’ve felt there was something special about you. I just...I can’t help it.”The world around us seemed to fade, my heart racing at his admission. I turned my head away, staring into the distance as a rush of conflicting emotions flooded my mind. Memories I'd tried so hard to bury surfaced—my father’s untimely departure, friends who’d betrayed my trust, the isolation I'd felt after losing everything I thought was secure. “Cole…” I began, but my voice faltered, anxiety clawing at my throat. I swallowed hard, searching for the ri
Last Updated : 2024-11-22Falling for the bad girl twenty eight
[Lucy]Today was a packed day, or at least I thought it was going to become one. Jones and I were going to an art gallery, a cooking studio, and finally a concert. Although I tried to hide how excited I was, I was pretty sure Jones felt it.We entered the museum and approach the first gallery, which features a collection of modern art paintings.We were on another of our mother's boyfriend's daughter date things. I'll look for a shorter name soon enough. This time, Jones decided to take me first to an art museum, though we had other places to visit."Wow, these paintings are really interesting. What do you think of this one, Lucy?" He pointed at an acrylic oil painting of a mother with a wailing child on her back, and a basket of fruits balanced on her head. The background setting was that of a native village."I like the use of color and the way the artist has captured the movement of the figures. It's really expressive," I expressed."I can see why you like it," he hummed, stepping
Last Updated : 2024-11-22Falling for the bad girl twenty nine
[Lucy]The next day, I found myself anxiously preparing for my first study session with Cole. He had always been a math whiz, which made him the perfect tutor– according to Mr Clark.His words were, "Lucy, either you get yourself a tutor to help your grades, or you can stay an extra one hour after school to practice on your studies."I knew that there was no way in hell I'd agree to the latter, so here I am. On the doorstep of Cole's home.I felt bad to be taking his time this way, but I couldn’t help but look forward to spending more time with him. To be honest I was equally nervous about meeting his siblings again; I wasn’t sure what to expect from the legendary “trouble twins.”The first meeting had me on top of a bruised Cole, with a cart on top me and a headache to last a lifetime. I honestly hope second meetings are better than the first.When I arrived at Cole’s house, the grand entrance was both impressive and intimidating. Ornate columns framed the doorway, and intricate land
Last Updated : 2024-11-22Falling for the bad girl thirty
[Lucy]The weekend finally arrived, and anticipation buzzed in the air like the electric hum of a firefly-filled evening. I had spent the past few days shaping my plans for a perfect date with Cole. After a week peppered with quirky pranks and overnight studying, tonight felt like the right time to let all hell loose, so to speak.Cole picked me up at my house, just as the golden hues of the sunset cast a warm glow over everything. Clad in a soft navy hoodie and jeans, he flashed that signature grin that made my heart race. I met him at the door, my own outfit—a playful sundress that flowed with each step—reflecting the lightness in my heart.Don't judge, my mum picked the outfit. She said and I quote, "you are going on your first date, you dimwit. You have to look nice at least once in your relationship!" Then she smacked my head down. Crazy lady, but I still love her.“Ready for a night filled with romance and popcorn?” Cole asked with a twinkle in his eye.“Oh, absolutely! I hope y
Last Updated : 2024-11-22Falling for the bad girl thirty one
[Lucy] "Lucy, what's this?" Mum asked, a frown on her face as she came out with an envelope. One look at it and I jumped up, hurrying towards her. "Where did you find that?" I exclaimed, my heart racing. The envelope looked familiar, and my stomach knotted at the sight of it. "I came across it in the mail," Mum replied, her brows furrowed deeper. "It was addressed to you but had no return address." I snatched it from her hand, feeling the weight of what was inside. "It's... it’s just junk, Mum. An old letter from a friend, nothing to worry about," I said quickly, hoping to brush it off. But my voice betrayed me, trembling slightly at the edges. "But you’re not even going to read it?" she pressed, curiosity piqued. I hesitated, the urge to tear the letter open battling against the instinct to keep it buried in the past. "It's complicated," I finally admitted, avoiding her gaze. Mum's frown deepened, concern etched across her face. "You know you can talk to me about anything,
Last Updated : 2024-12-08
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Falling for the bad girl epilogue
Years passed, and the seasons turned like the pages of a beloved book, each one rich with memories and laughter. Cole and I settled into married life, our days woven together with the threads of love, adventure, and shared dreams. Our home, a cozy little haven infused with art and creativity, became a reflection of our journey. Colorful paintings adorned the walls—each one telling a unique story, a snapshot of our life together. The studio where I once painted alone transformed into a shared space, bursting with the vibrant chaos of collaboration. We often spent evenings sketching ideas, laughing, and talking about everything and nothing at all, often with the scent of freshly brewed coffee hanging in the air. Our relationship, like my art, blossomed even further. We learned the beauty of patience, the power of communication, and the art of compromise. We traveled to different corners of the world—each trip an adventure filled with new sigh
Falling for the bad girl forty
[Lucy] As I met Cole at our favorite café—the place where we had spent countless hours imagining our futures—a familiar warmth enveloped us. The sunlight filtered through the café windows, casting golden rays that danced across the wooden table where we now sat, both buzzing with our achievements and exciting developments in our lives. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” Cole mused, meeting my gaze with that softness that had become an anchor in my life. “I know,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion. “It feels surreal, and yet, it feels like the most natural progression. We’ve both chased our dreams, and look where we are now!” Cole smiled, an expression filled with admiration and quiet pride for me. “You’re incredible, Lucy. Your work is inspiring countless artists and creators. You’re leaving your mark on the world, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” My heart fluttered at
Falling for the bad girl thirty nine
[Lucy] Years had flown by in a blur of colors and creativity, each moment brimming with inspiration and growth. I had thrived in art school, where the seeds of my passions had blossomed into a vibrant career. My dream of becoming a known figure in the art industry had materialized, and the sketches I once created in solitude transformed into gallery exhibits that sparked conversations and ignited imaginations. From my early days of uncertainty to becoming a recognized artist, my journey had taken me through bustling art fairs, collaborative installations, and personal showcases that highlighted not just my work, but also the stories and emotions behind each piece. Through hard work and dedication, I had gained a voice in a world that valued art's power to connect us and open our minds to new perspectives. But amidst the whirlwind of my success, the familiar tug of home had grown stronger, and now, after years of living
Falling for the bad girl thirty eight
[Lucy] With summer stretching out before me like a blank canvas, a renewed sense of purpose settled into my heart. The initial apprehension about moving so far from home faded away, replaced by a burgeoning excitement for what lay ahead. I had a chance to immerse myself in the world of art, to learn, grow, and discover parts of myself I’d never encountered before. As the days passed, I dove into preparations for my new journey. Packing was a labor of love; I selected pieces of my life that felt right to take along—my favorite sketchbooks, a few beloved novels, and a collection of photographs filled with memories of laughter, friendship, and love. Each item became a reminder of where I had come from and the bonds I intended to keep strong despite the distance that would soon separate me from my childhood home. Meanwhile, Cole continued to be my unwavering support. Every day after school, we would meet at the park, basking
Falling for the bad girl thirty seven
[Lucy] The day of the final exams arrived, casting an air of excitement and anticipation over the entire school. It felt like the sun itself was celebrating, flooding the campus with golden rays that amplified the laughter and chatter among students. As Cole, Tamara, and I emerged from the school's main entrance, our faces beamed with joy, the last remnants of stress slipping away like morning mist. "I can't believe it's finally over!" I exclaimed, my heart racing with the liberation that came after weeks of studying and worrying. I tossed my books into my bag with an exuberance that felt almost like flying. "Best. Day. Ever!" Tamara squealed, her curls bouncing as she jumped up and down in her excitement. "I feel like we can do anything now!" Cole chuckled, his arm draped casually around my shoulders, anchoring me to solid ground amidst the swirling energy of jubilation. "I can't believe we survived, hones
Falling for the bad girl thirty six
[Lucy] The plan to take down Viktor wasn't straightforward. It required precision, patience, and a level of coordination that pushed our makeshift family to its limits. Tamara' and Kevin's digital investigation uncovered a complex web of connections. Corrupt cops, underground money laundering, trafficking networks—Viktor's operation was more than just a simple criminal enterprise. It was a hydra, with multiple heads that needed simultaneous attack. "We can't just go to the authorities," Tamara explained, spreading digital files across her laptop. "Half of them are on Viktor's payroll." Cole, still recovering but increasingly restless, became the strategist. His background—something he rarely discussed—proved invaluable. "We need to hit their financial infrastructure," he said, studying the maps and connection diagrams Tamara had created. I guess there's still a lot I don't know about Cole and Tamara.
Falling for the bad girl thirty five
[Lucy] The moment that text came through, everything stopped. Time, breath, rational thought-all of it suspended in a single, terrifying moment. I called Michael immediately. His voice was a raw mixture of panic and desperation. "Lucy, what do we do? They have Sophie!" "We need to stay calm," I said, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. Inside, I was shattering. "Has anyone contacted the police?" "I can't," Michael whispered, and in that moment, I heard something deeper-fear beyond losing Sophie. "There are... complications." Before I could press further, Cole and Tamara burst through my front door. I'd called them without even realizing it, my survival instincts kicking into autopilot. "Talk," Cole demanded, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something harder, more dangerous. I showed them the text. Tamara, always analytical, came up with the idea of tracing the number. She made a call and within some seconds, they called back. "Burner phone," she muttered. "Purchased
Falling for the bad girl thirty four
[Lucy]As the picnic wound down and Sophie's flower crown began to wilt, I felt a strange sense of emotional exhaustion settling over me. Cole and Tamara had been quietly observing from a distance, giving us space while remaining close enough to offer support if needed.I caught Cole's eye, and he raised an eyebrow—a silent question asking if I was okay. I managed a small nod, more to reassure myself than him.Dad—and it still felt strange to think of him that way—began packing up the picnic supplies. Sophie helped, her enthusiasm turning even the most mundane task into a game. She carefully folded napkins, her tiny hands moving with a concentration that made me smile despite myself."We should do this again," Dad said carefully, his tone tentative. "Maybe next weekend?"Before I could respond, Sophie jumped in. "Can Cole and Tamara come too?" she asked, looking up at me with those wide, hopeful eyes that seemed impossible to resist.I glanced at my friends. Cole looked amused, while
Falling for the bad girl thirty three
[Lucy] After the heavy heart-to-heart, the air between us felt a little lighter. With Sophie’s playful giggles echoing across the park, I found myself caught up in her infectious joy. “Are you ready to play tag?” I asked, smiling down at her as she bounced on her feet, brimming with excitement. “Yay!” she squealed, clapping her hands together. “You can’t catch me!” “I can try!” I called out, springing to my feet and chasing after her. The moment I bolted, Sophie squealed and took off, her yellow dress swirling around her as she dashed through the grass, her laughter ringing like bells. Dad watched from the sidelines, a proud smile plastered across his face as he cheered us on. I could see how much Sophie adored him, and it made my heart ache a little more. Here they were, creating a bond without the shadows of what had come before. As I chased Sophie, I felt a rush of warmth, momentarily forgetting everything else. For those blissful minutes, the laughter and squeals created
