Aesthetic Baddie Quotes Novels & Stories

She glanced briefly at the table, picked up a blank sheet of paper and a pen, and wrote on the first line: "Innocent girl crusher; Arrogance bigger than his ego." Then she added: Idiot; Sarcastic; Masochistic stalker; Intimidating smile; Attractive eyes; Great physique. Noticing the last words she had written, Aurora shook her head from side to side and crossed out the remaining parts until they were unreadable. He may be among the worst people I've ever met, but he's also among the most beautiful. He's tied with Alexander, the redhead thought.

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."

It was suicidal. “And how exactly are you not allowing it when you’re about to die because of your stupidity?” I shot back. Her expression froze. “If you were going to do something illegal, then at least don’t get caught,” I added, shaking my head. “And besides,” I continued. “A woman’s beauty isn’t just about makeup or beauty products. That’s not the only thing that makes someone attractive.” I looked her straight in the eye. “There’s nothing wrong with using those things, okay? No shame in wanting to look good. But if you’re risking your life just to get your hands on them... if you’re nearly dying for it…”

"I can't tell you." "You can." "What if you think I'm the bad guy?" Tai asked. "I know I can be a bitch, but I'm not a bad person. I don't want to be a bad person-" "I know you're not a bad person," Ace said soothingly. "You don't need to worry about that."

"The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly," I heard Mr Aebischer say animatedly along with the actor.

I asked in apprehension and Angel's eyes widened in surprise. "I don't know what made you just ask that question, but if you think it's romantic that you're introducing me to a room of unapologetic murderers and self absorbed prostitutes, then your opinion of me needs major realignment." She finally turned around and began to walk towards the closet; then I suddenly spoke up, saying something that stopped her in her tracks, just as she was about to disappear through the curtained entrance of the closet… Mokunfayo Badmus: "As much as I hate to bring this up, Mokunfayo, you are any better than any of us murderers. You can stop judging, it only makes you reek of the one thing you claim to hate

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

It took them a beat of silence before one of them snarled at her. “What?!” Albert could hear the shrug and her arrogant face, to his dismay. “You are ugly. Why? I suppose villains should be handsome, no?” “That crazy bastard!!!”

“B-but why?” I sighed, summoning the remaining courage left in me. “Because I like you, okay? And I am tired of being told that I am too good for anyone. Screw that. I want to make bad decisions. To hang around the wrong people. To taste the forbidden fruit!” “So, I am that bad decision huh?” He raised a brow at me, amusingly, his arms now wrapping around his broad chest. “And the forbidden fruit too. Just wow. I can never be spared an opportunity to to be reminded that I am the bad guy, can I?”

one with a buzz cut says in a tone that suggests he’s not commending me. “I’m sure he gets all the girls.” Another one with dark curly hair adds and they snicker like little girls that know something every other person doesn’t. I feel like a freak in a circus. I want to stand up and leave so badly. But, we all have that trace of self sabotage in us. That part of us that doesn’t know what’s good for us, that leads us into making bad decisions. That part is currently winning. So I just sit here. “Pretty like a girl” another one with a jaw like Johnny bravo coos.