All Chapters of How to Destroy a Badboy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dominic Last night was totally something indescribably fun that I really can call a first. I was surprisingly into the moment, and Valentine's own pubescent hotness just added fuel to the fire that I even got to the point where I went bold and aggressive. Honestly, I, in my utmost sober state of mind, was about to give him probably my everything, but then all of a sudden I remembered my mission and decided that it was the perfect opportunity to do number seven on the list. 

Valentine I haven't finished my food yet, but I have to move out of Vincent and Keiran's earshot before I answer Dominic's call. My brother just came out to me, which is motherfucking unbelievable, by the way. Yet little did he know he was also talking to someone who's in love with another guy. What are the odds! There's a lot of stuff that I didn’t know about him just like this. We used to be so close together when we were both kids, but now that we have grown, tons of things have drastically changed between us. I have some things that I’m embarrassed even to let him know, and I’m confident that he also has some stuff inside him. I believe now is not the best time for him to hear how much I'm obsessed with Dominic. This is h

Valentine Immersed in total silence inside my car, I won’t just stop pondering about several scenarios on how things will turn out a few moments from now. The lack of distractive noises and people lingering around just made me completely transfixed. I can picture myself drowning in a cold sweat as we try to have a decent family conversation at the dinner table. I can feel the deep-set awkwardness exercising authority as we eat silently and the only noise we can hear is the sound of cutlery and plates, the sound of food being tensely chewed, and even the sound that our throat makes every time we gulp some water. I can see dad extremely comfortable with utmost happiness radiating from his usual spot facing all four of us not knowing that b

Valentine It was a bit difficult to sleep on the couch, given the limited space, but I would rather choose to pamper and lift my pride than to push it down and sleep right beside Dominic. The tension is invisibly present, and the wounds are still fresh. And I don't mean to keep on squeezing lemon drops on that wound when I know I can just let the power of time to heal it. Maybe Dominic would swallow his towering pride and decided to come and talk to me. Or perhaps I'll wait for the wound to heal up first before I myself start talking to him again. After all, I'm not that furious at him; I'm just in pain by what he's thinking about me. Right now, I wish to keep my lips zipped tight. But why does this shit have to happen anyway? I believe foreve

Valentine I swore to the seven heavens that I won't let my anger take control of me ever again, and yet here I am completely acting as simple as a marionette manipulated by my puppeteer, anger. My initial blow momentarily knocked Lance out of balance, but he was able to get back up quicker than I initially thought ultimately dodging my second punch as he managed to land his fist on my left cheek. It did hurt, but unfortunately, it wasn't that strong enough to knock me out of balance as I was quick to grab his one arm and land a punch on his stomach, twice. Yhannie and Dominic were both panicking and screaming at us, but all I can hear was just a clanging noise. Anger had utterly taken over my body that I paid no attention at anyone other than