All Chapters of BAD HEROINES: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
30 chapters
1. Many Coincidences
She sat alone in the wide, gloomy room where one wall featured a large mirror. Though she couldn't see through it, the weight of watching eyes from the other side pressed heavily upon her. With her head lowered, her intertwined hands rested on the metallic table. 'God, how long do they plan to keep me here?' She blinked slowly. 'Why the hell am I even here?' She knew she was innocent, but in that room, it didn’t matter. She’d tied her short brown hair into a messy bun, and the black jumpsuit hugged her slender frame. She removed her hands from the table and rested them on her lap. 'I can't even do anything in peace. What if pulling my hands back makes me look guilty? Damn it. Can't they just be done already so I can get out of here?' Three figures watched her through the observation mirror—two women and a man. A young man wearing glasses turned to his side where the other women stood. "What's next? Should I go and question her?" the young man asked. "Why are you never this eag
2. No More Interrogations
Warm light struck her eyes, and her forehead wrinkled as she forced them open. She blinked away the blur and the white ceiling came into focus. With a grunt, she pushed herself upright and sat on the bed. A month had passed since the poisoning, and she had spent those weeks recovering in the hospital. Yet the horror of that day still played vividly in her mind, collapsing without knowing why. She had lived her life without offending anyone... well, yes, she had, but not enough to deserve death. And of all ways to kill her... poison? Really? She scoffed. "Cowards! Of course you had to poison me. Am I not good with my hands?" At least one good thing came of it, she'd gone from suspect to victim in the casino mess. Now she even had police protection, with no more annoying interrogations. She suppressed a grin as she peeled a banana. 'A blessing in disguise... if only I hadn't lost my job.' She took a bite, chewed a few times, and froze. Then she resumed chewing, but now with
3. Better Late
It was only his second day as a busser at the mid-level restaurant, but he had already realized how much this job mattered and how hard he'd fight to keep it. Chances like this were rare. He took a deep breath. Being an orphan, expelled from school, and having spent time in juvenile detention, getting any job was a miracle. He'd never worked this hard for a paycheck. Six months in juvie had shown him what rock bottom looked like. He couldn't return to school, and those who knew his past judged him. But this job... this was his shot at proving he wasn't the same kid who was convicted for attempted murder. He looked to be in his early twenties, with long dark hair tied into a ponytail under his hat. He kept his head down, but still, eyes followed him. While cleaning the table, his gaze drifted out the window, and his eyes caught sight of a sleek, stunning supermoto parked outside. Its chrome gleamed under the afternoon sun, almost blinding. His fingers twitched. The bike's handl
4. Dangerous Thing
She rushed to her room, grabbed her suitcase, and began stuffing it with her clothes, cash, and passport, her heart racing. But before she could even finish, a huge blast tore through the living room, the sound deafening and throwing her aside onto floor. When she fell, her skull throbbed, ready to split. Her ears rang, her vision blurred, and slowly, she succumbed to darkness. --- Her eyes fluttered briefly before snapping open, meeting a bright ceiling. She abruptly rose from the bed, but the sudden movement pulled at her stitches, catching her off guard. She pressed a hand to her stomach. Cold sweat trickled down her face. Someone she didn't know wanted her dead, and the terrifying part was that he seemed aware of her every move. Even as the pain in her stomach lessened, her mind stirred. Who was he? The door opened, and her sharp eyes quickly shifted toward the sound. Her expression darkened when she saw that familiar face. She had already sworn not to get involved with int
5. Escaped Death
The vast field was packed with more than twenty motorbikes lined up in perfect rows, their engines purring in anticipation. Lian stood among the crowd, blending in yet separate. The thrill of the race had always been his escape from the chaos of life. After everything that had happened, this was the only place he could think of to distract himself. These street races were always illegal, which made the nightfall the perfect time to gather. Lian had been a regular for years, always borrowing a bike from his friend Rogan. As one of the best racers, his reputation preceded him, and while most of the others had partners clinging to them, Lian always preferred to ride solo. The solitude helped him focus. Besides, Celine’s brother had originally brought him into the gang because of his skills with bikes. As he checked the bike’s gears, a soft yet confident voice caught him off guard. "Mind if I ride with you?" He turned, ready to brush her off like he did with most girls who tried t
6. Just In Time
He was walking down a dimlight alley as he made his way towards his apartment. Most nights, he had taken this same route, hopping to catch a glimpe of a mysterious woman he had dropped off here. Thoughts of the mysterious woman he had encountered before lingered in his mind. But for two days, she had not shown up. That should have brought relief but only served to deepen his unease. The card she had given him, just a hotel address, was a distant memory now and wondered if she toyed with him. As he turned a corner, a powerful hand shot out of the shadows, grabbing his collar and throwing him violently to the ground. He tried to make sense of what happened, and he blinked up at the figure looming over him. His forehead wrinkled as his eyes focused on the heavyset man, a menacing beast tattoo marking his bald head like a brand. Recognition hit Lian's eyes. "Jake." He cursed his luck under his breath."Why is it so hard to leave the past behind?" He groaned, pushing himself up. The
7. She Was Dangerous
The rider, clad in a sleek black jumpsuit and reflective helmet, moved with the assured grace of someone who knew she was in control. Even without seeing her face, Lian could sense it—it was a woman. One look at the customized bike and the way she dressed, he had a good guess who it might be. He smiled faintly, though wariness lingered behind his eyes. The woman reached out, handing him a spare helmet without a word. A flicker of recognition sparked within him, and without hesitation, he grabbed it, slipping it on before hopping behind her. She revved the engine, and the bike shot forward, leaving Jake and his men scrambling to their car, cursing as they tried in vain to catch up. Within seconds, the city blurred around them as she wove through traffic effortlessly, the wind whipping past them. By the time they reached the outskirts, Jake and his crew were nothing more than a memory. The bike skidded to a stop outside a quiet restaurant, and Lian dismounted, still reeling from
8. She Won't Hide
She moved cautiously down the narrow corridor, her footsteps nearly silent under the dim, flickering lights. She passed door after door, the numbers blurring until she reached the one she sought—304. Sliding the key card before entering. The door closed behind her with a quiet click, sealing her in the stillness of the room. The moment she pocketed the card, her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down at the screen. An unknown number. Without a second thought, she tossed the phone onto the table, hoping to ignore whatever it was. Ever since she survived the poison, she had lived on the edge, wary of every step she took. The how and why of it gnawed at her constantly. She hadn't found the culprit, didn't know how they slipped the poison into her life, or what twisted motive lay behind the attack. But then the phone buzzed again. This time, a message. 'You won’t hide forever, Lin Lijun. They will know about you' Lijun’s heart stuttered. Her fingers tightened around the phone
9. The Betrayer
Her eyes fluttered briefly before snapping open, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She scanned the unfamiliar room, her gaze locking onto the IV tube attached to her hand. She was in a hospital gown. The last thing she remembered was being in that hotel room—a trap, she realized now, expertly set. Her brow furrowed. Whoever was behind it hadn’t wanted to kill her right away. They wanted her alive for something worse. But who was it? The thought gnawed at her, an uneasy feeling tightening in her chest. She wasn’t afraid of him but the uncertainty unsettled her. She had to leave. Now. She tried to move but a sharp pain shot through her stomach, forcing a grimace. Pulling the gown aside, she saw the bandage. Of course, she thought. But if she fell into that man’s hands, this wound would be the least of her concerns. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself out of bed. She pulled the IV as she sat up, blood dripping to the floor. She ignored it, staggering toward the window, one hand
10. Scared Of Her
The next day, the nurse came in to check on Lijun. After checking on her, she nodded to herself and stepped out. As she closed the door behind her, she stopped, startled by the sight of a girl standing there, staring blankly at the door. The girl looked young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a school uniform, with short bobbed hair and blunt bangs. There was something unnerving about her—an unsettling stillness that made the nurse unease. If Lijun had seemed strange, this girl felt like something entirely different. “How is she?” the girl asked, her voice flat, devoid of any warmth. The nurse hesitated, unsure how much she should say, but the girl turned her head slightly, her eyes cutting into her. “She’s my sister.” “Oh—uh, yes, you can see her,” the nurse stammered. “She’s doing well.” Without another word, the girl turned toward the door and opened it, stepping inside without even a glance back at the nurse. The girl, Evelyn Lin, stood just inside the room, her pale