Aesthetic Baddie Quotes Novels & Stories

"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."

His reply to what she just said was a short, hard, mocking laugh. “You’re really something else, you know that?” Alessandro said in scathing disbelief. “Your own sins are not allowed to linger long enough to place a single line of guilt or shame upon your lovely face! It’s no wonder you remain so stunningly beautiful when you can shed blame as easily as you do! It must be the perfect recipe for eternal youth!” “And what's your recipe, Alessandro?” Hailee countered, then went very still, realizing what she had just said.

ROSE In three strides of his long, athletic legs, the superstar arrived in front of me and glowered like I was his mortal enemy. “And what’s up with you? Why are you letting all these idiots flirt with you?” I returned him an even glare. You’re the idiot! I didn’t ask them to flirt with me. Why don’t you reflect on the standards of beauty of your kind? They seemed to have a strange taste in women—I’m the plainest and the most boring chick in B.A.D.!

He asked as he handed me my drink. “I am not a good girl. I am as bad as every other lady in this club." I said arrogantly, raising my chin up in unnecessary annoyance. “Oh really? I can tell you're a very very bad girl. It's so obvious with your summer dress, bedroom worthy hair style, duck slippers, and awkward personality that you are a very bad girl." He deadpanned, sarcasm oozing out of him in waves. I drowned the contents of the cup, trying not to cringe at the sore toxic taste. “I am a bad girl. I just like being comfortable in clubs." I lie through my teeth.

I don’t have half their beauty or refinement. Since the day I met Moon, I’ve been creating sexual fantasies about him. I hate to admit that I’m no different than a lot of women and find bad boys attractive. Hell, Moon blows the other bad boys out of the water. I’ve been trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and convince myself that he may not be as bad as he’s portrayed. I knew he wasn’t exactly crime free, but when it came to murder, drugs, and guns I thought maybe he’s misunderstood. If that isn’t stupid, I don’t know what is.

Quentin Bennett shot her a cold look and remarked, "Nobody stays attractive forever." I playfully pointed to myself and quipped, "Well, I will." Quentin Bennett chuckled, "Is that so?" Briella Cortez sneered, clearly displeased with my interruption of their 'tender' conversation. "You don't even qualify as attractive." I widened my eyes in disbelief and retorted, "I'm not attractive? I thought I was considered a little beauty, at least!"

Bella, irritated, slammed the mouse down. Ugh, this client was a nightmare—the wine promotion poster had been revised five times and still wasn't satisfactory! The client, a rather attractive woman, always showed up overdressed and smelling like she'd bathed in perfume, enough to make anyone sneeze. After several interactions, Bella’s four-word summary for her was—beauty without brains, totally clueless about design. But, the customer is always right, even if their taste is all wrong.

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

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!!!”

You don’t get to punish me for not breaking the way you expected. I am not yours anymore. And if that burns you, good. Because your touch doesn’t make me feel special. It makes me feel sick. And just so you know? Bad angle for kissing. #TheGlassWife #PagesIllDeleteLater #IDoesntBelongToYou #BadKisser”