I'm Sorry I'm Bad
A semi-sequel of Crushed: the story told in Paul's perspective
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. I just only own the characters I create on my own!
One: Start of Paradise
"OMG, it's Paul," girls gasped as they stared in awe at my toned muscles and my handsome face. This was the paradise I had been waiting for, my harem filled with beautiful ladies ready to please me. From blondes to brunettes to redheads, from Caucasian to Asian to African to Native Indian girls all waited in a line to spend time with the utmost drop-dead gorgeous moi.
"Hello ladies," I greeted as I flashed my trademark smirk. Every girl in the room batted their eyes at me, admiring the flash of my perfectly aligned snow-white teeth.
"Paul, we've been all waiting for you," my girls cooed as they dressed in the shankiest lingerie ever. While picking girls was like picking up which meat dish to eat for the main course, for the girls, it was a battle. They fought to be with the stunning moi. I would only pick the fairest meat of all.
"Paul, pick me," my girls cooed, shoving each other and ripping each other's skimpy clothes just to get to me. Ah... this was definitely paradise.
As I sat back in my throne where all sexy ladies bowed down, a sudden light came in front of me.
She was a beauty although I couldn't see her face through the bright light surrounding her. Nonetheless, she was an angel, who had came down to my harem to get a piece of me. Even the purest angels were probably seduced by me.
She walked toward me, her golden blonde hair shining like a halo. I smirked, already having made my decision for who to pleasure for the day. The lucky girl would be that angel who walked toward me, exposing her long beautiful milky legs underneath an angelic white sundress. Her body was beautiful and so pure that I wanted to taint her with my hands. What kind of seductive moan would this angel make?
"Hey, beautiful," I grinned as I walked halfway to greet her. Her slow pace was starting to make me slightly impatient since I wanted to ravish her immediately. I frowned slightly as she refused to answer me and just continued on walking toward me. Maybe this angel was mute?
"I knew you wanted me," I smirked as we finally reached each other. We stopped in the middle of the red carpet which led to my throne and way back to my silk sheets and cotton stuffed bed.
Still, she shined brightly and I had to squint in order to see her. She was definitely an angel.
Just as I glued my eyes to those plump pink lips, they moved.
"Could you repeat that again," I asked, straining my sensitive ears to hear her barely audible voice. It was strange how I still couldn't see her face fully nor hear her even when I had attained the gift of a Quileute shape-shifter.
"Paul, wake up," she stated.
"What?"
"Paul, wake up," she shouted in the same voice as my mom. Mom?
I blinked rapidly as I found my mom shaking me back and forth yelling, "You better wake up, Paul Lahote! Jared has been waiting for you and today Sam has specifically ordered you two to go to school!"
"Mom... Mom... chill. I'm awake, now. I'll go get ready," I stated as I sat up. These days Mom really needed to chill. She was so intent on listening to Sam Uley's order when she wasn't even part of the pack.
Over the past few weeks, I had changed into a wolf. Yes, a wolf. Why did the Quileute legends have to be so stupid and make us turn into wolves? Of course, I enjoyed the muscular body, the intimidating tattoo on my bicep, and the older "college student" look I had gotten along with speed, but a wolf was just the lamest creature ever. Just think about it. I had turned into some four-legged creature in order to destroy abnormally pale, strong human-like creatures with the exception that they enjoyed sucking human blood. Not to mention that they, vampires, happened to be more immortal than us, wolves. According to biology, I think - I don't remember much because I was usually busy experiencing biology, if you know what I mean - humans developed into their form today because of the convenience of two legs. Meaning that those Quileute genes which transformed us into wolves had downgraded us to less than human. But I couldn't complain much. All guys around the world would probably literally kill to have this hot body that'll attract millions and millions of chicks with one glance!
Anyway, I had turned into a stupid wolf along with Jared Cameron, my best friend. I guess it was easier for me to cope with this tragic human-to-animal change because of Jared, but that didn't really mean that I was satisfied or accepting this paranormal change. But I guess I had it better off than Sam Uley, the alpha of our "pack" and the first Quileute boy to shift into a wolf. Although Sam calls us a pack, I liked to put the quotation marks around it because this so called pack only consists of me, Jared, and Sam. Don't correct me on my grammar, I've had enough of Mrs. Bitch's lecture. Anyway, since Sam was the alpha of our pack, he gave out orders and his orders were a "must follow". This was probably another thing that I hated about becoming a wolf. Sam would always be the boss of me and unlike my mom, I couldn't ignore his orders.
Another sucker about changing into a wolf was hear each other's thoughts. For instance, Sam usually thinks about his imprint, Emily Young. Occasionally while on stupid patrols with him to look for vampires lurking in the forest, I would see bits and pieces of his thoughts with Emily. I hated going on a patrol with Sam because of all those mushy lovey-dovey shit that he and Emily always do. Not to mention the fact that Sam rarely thinks about Emily and sex. Which I guess was a good thing, but I'll probably never know what Emily looks like naked. Apparently she's off limits, unless I can find a way to break this stupid "soul mate" thing called imprinting. It was the most stupidest thing I had ever heard of and the worst factor about phasing into a wolf. Imprinting was basically being whipped and chained to some girl that you probably wouldn't have looked at in the first place. Take Sam for example. He had been going out with Leah Clearwater, but after he had turned and his eyes landed on Emily Young, everything happened like a bomb explosion. He imprinted on Emily and he couldn't love anyone, but her, which automatically meant dumping his longtime girlfriend Leah. Yup, imprinting was a messy, family breaking curse. I was never going to imprint. Not because I was afraid of ruining someone's family, but because I refused to be whipped. My goal and dream was to build my own harem filled with beautiful ladies from all over the world. And starting from today, I was going to start my harem.
"Dude, you were seriously dreaming about your fantasy harem," Jared laughed, finding my dream amusing. I glared at him, trembling with anger and on the verge of shifting. How dare he laugh at my dream! Besides, it was better to have a dream like that than to have none at all. Unlike me, Jared just lived the moment. If living the moment meant hunting pale, immortal blood suckers, Jared would make it his goal to hunt the vampires and keep them off of Quileute property.
"Well, at least I have a dream. And I know that I'll be able to achieve it with this body," I snapped as I flexed my muscles for the girls we passed by. They stared in awe at our amazing, newly attained bodies. Hopefully though, the girls would only see me and not Jared. As much as I was popular and wanted by all girls, Jared, too, had changed into a "hot body". This meant slight competition for me if Jared wanted to make his own harem because we didn t look much different except for our facial features and hair. I had more of chiseled face with dark brown eyes and jet black hair. Jared, on the other hand, had a rounder face with hazel eyes and brown-black hair.
"But what are you going to do when you actually imprint on someone," Jared asked, finding this topic amusing to discuss. I rolled my eyes with annoyance. Another thing about Jared was his intense belief in finding his imprint. Seriously. Why was he looking for her now when maybe she would never appear? Besides, why did he wanted to become whipped now? Maybe if we went into our mid-thirties we could consider settling down, but right now in our youth? Our teenage years? I couldn't understand why Jared would waste the abilities of his newly attained bod to be devoted to some chick.
"Like I've said before, I won't im-"
"Hey Paul," a voice seductively whispered as her tanned arms wrapped around my waist. It was the infamous Natasha Green. Everything about her - from clothes, make-up, and voice - screamed a "fuck me" signal. And of course, by all means, she was a great fuck. Tight and all. But sometimes, she got a bit too clingy like she thought we were dating or something.
"Hey baby," I grinned as I turned around and pressed myself against her.
"Mmm... Paul, you're looking so delicious," Natasha cooed as she licked her lips.
"Oh... you want a piece of this," I smirked as I started to push her toward the wall.
"Mmm... Paul, you've got to ravage me," Natasha moaned as she pulled me closer to her body.
"Uh... Paul... I think you shouldn't..."
I ignored Jared and his warning as I liplocked myself with Natasha, shoving my tongue down her throat. First fuck in the morning. How sweet.
Hi! This is CecileJ presenting you I'm Sorry I'm Bad which features Paul's perspective in the story, Crushed.
I hope you like this first chapter, and I shall be updating more of this story so you know what's going inside Paul's little brain.
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