Aesthetic Baddie Quotes Novels & Stories

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

The crowd's attention shifted from the bullied girl to our confrontation, and whispers of anticipation spread like wildfire. Killian, realizing that this was a storm he couldn't control, opted for a supportive stance, ready to back me up if needed. I continued, my voice steady but loaded with a sarcasm that could cut through steel. "And let's not even get started on your definition of beauty. If I were you, I'd worry less about appearances and more about the state of your character. It seems to be suffering from a severe lack of decency."

​A silence charged with hostility hung between them, like lightning preceding a storm, before she spoke in her sharp, velvet voice: — "Adrian.. I didn't know you had come to care about fine arts. I thought you knew nothing except crimes." ​Adrian looked at her with a terrifying calmness, a sarcastic smile forming on his lips. He spoke in a low tone that reached only her ears: — "I think you are the last person who should talk about crimes. Frankly, you are causing me a terrible headache, and I find no reason for your actions except that it's a midlife crisis of a woman."

Maybe I will feel the same if I realize I unnecessarily shared something with someone. “Yeah.” He clears his throat, looking everywhere but me. “Maybe you weren't as good at photo editing as I am.” I try to tease him, hopelessly hoping he will stop feeling awkward. “Speak for yourself, Brown.” He retorts back, “Adding some stupid filters and adding your head on funny images doesn't make you a pro editor.” “Hey! That's called art.” I defend myself. My I*******m is a mess. For the life of me, I can't make aesthetic posts. All the photos I uploaded are either funny edits of my friends on their birthdays or myself. Yeah, I have no social media life. Thinking about my i***a feeds reminds me of so

“Can you express your words more accurately?” Jay snapped. “You’re the dumb one who can’t understand the human language.” Zayne, "..." Zayne chided Jay, “There must be something wrong with your aesthetic judgment. My sister will be stripped of Rose’s shadows once she loses weight. That’s good, isn’t it? The Angeline you love has returned. Look how beautiful my sister is right now. Her figure looks exactly the same as the time before she was met with a car accident, no?” Jay roared, “Health is the best standard of aesthetics!"

Esther “Do you have any ideas?” I grin. “Aiden is a good person, you know...” “Goodness, you are a good guy.” I roll my eyes. “I’m going to tell everyone who fears you that there’s nothing to fear.” “No one will believe you," his lips curl up. “You like bad guys? I can be one if you want me to be.” “Nope, but right now I would like you to think like a bad guy.”

"I love giving a good first impression" "Oh" he returns his look to his laptop and I'm grateful he's not looking at me. Somehow Baddie makes me want to be so perfect, I mean he is perfect himself, perfect at handling this job, perfect body, would even pass for a model, practically almost every woman would swoon if they were in an office alone with him. I make a mental note to recommend him to Mr. Liendior should they lack any male model.

“If they told you to find a nice guy who wears a suit to work and earns an honest living?” Someone who hadn’t killed a hundred people. Someone who didn’t tattoo his arms to hide his track marks. Someone who wasn’t out all hours of the night because that’s when the criminals roamed. Someone who didn’t have twenty guns on display in the back of his closet. Bastien was the textbook definition of a bad boy, the guy who would make any mother scream, but I was in this for the long haul. “No.” That handsome smile spread over his lips, making him so damn attractive. “Alright, then.”

“If he wouldn't have come out, we would have had to search for him. By the way, it's not common for others to show up with some simple threats. As they can easily message their friends to unlock the door. Sometimes, some extra smart ask their friends to lock them on the roof. I reckon, he must be a junior who has recently joined the school who either doesn't have that good friends or who doesn't know that he shouldn’t attack me.” He raised his eyebrows at her reasoning. He was tempted to ask her a question. So, he did. "Why do you like to play a bad person?" “Because it's easier to be bad than to be good.” If she would be white then dark spots would be more clearer on her. Thus, it was bette

"I beg to disagree, Ms. Debate genius." My forehead furrowed as he stood up in his seat as if he were really debating. "Isn't it nice to know people without looking at their physical beauty but to look at what's inside their hearts? Isn't it nice to be casual and friendly with everyone, even with your enemies? Is it nice to not see people faking smiles and rolling their eyes at you?" I smirked. "In all the questions you'd asked, ‘no’ is my answer. None of them are nice or good to experience." I sighed before smiling bitterly. "You'll only look stupid and people will take advantage of you."