Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Baddie Quotes

“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

Maybe I appear to be happy while you appear to be unhappy, but the Lord of the Universe is a master manipulator of fate, right? When we eventually meet, I'm at my darkest and you're at your worst. Someone once stated, "The bad will get the bad." On the one hand, I agree with it, but on the other, I disagree. You are, in my opinion, the most attractive. You are the only one who can move my heart simply by looking into your eyes. This time, though, I chose to save you by lowering the rifle on the enemy I had to assassinate. I’m not going to kill you.

I said, making sure not to sound desperate as I gulped down a shot down my throat, feeling the liquid burn my throat. "Mind if we get to know ourselves?" the idiot asked, his eyes scanning my body like he was undressing me with his eyes. "Just go to the point, asshat. And stop fucking beating around the bush." I said, gulping another shot down, feeling the liquid coursing through my veins. The idiot looked taken aback by my bluntness, but then a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, I can see you are a bad girl. I just wanna fuck you until you scream, bitch."

"I'd never needed your so called 'Charity'. So, you better stop! I may not seem much, but I'm totally comfortable with myself" "That part at the end included some rather fatal deficiencies, you know? But your ability to deliver it in all confidence is somewhat amazing in its own right！you weirdo. I'm crept out already..." "Shut up! I don't want to hear that from you! You freaky chick!" "Have you ever consider the odds that maybe it was your face that repels people around you?" her smile became cold. It's rather sadistic at this point. "You're you saying I'm disfigured?!"

When the other two girls glare at her, she covers her mouth to stifle a laugh. "I bet you feel like such a badass bitch coming up with that one," Isabella comments. She looks so sour and bitter it's hilarious. "But in reality, you're just an ugly little—" "No," I interrupt her and smile. "I'm not going to listen to your bullshit. But since you love calling me ugly, let me tell you something... There is a fine line between using makeup and looking like you were fucked by a box of crayolas in your face." Isabella stares at me, and I turn to face Danielle again. "And you—" I touch my bottom lip and then point at her fillers. "Try to stay away from the radiators. Plastic melts."

"It doesn’t change the fact that you’re ugly. Why don’t you realize nobody likes you here?” Why don’t you shut the heck up and die, biatch? That is the reply I wish I gave to her. I have replayed this conversation a billion times over and over in my head. And every time, I wish I had said something along the lines of: “You’re the one nobody likes. Your fake designer bags and clothes are not fooling anyone. Instead of focusing on what I’m wearing, why don’t you look within and ask yourself why you’re such a terrible person.”

Claire termed them 'Bitch Bashers' "That homewrecker thought she's the most beautiful woman in the world and she could fool everyone. Eat dirt in your jail cell, wh*re." "She's got no shame, breaking up a family like that. Can someone please erase her from the face of the earth?" "She thought she would never get caught. B*tch, even a dog thinks his master will never find out if he licked his pizza! Rot in hell." “I once tried to double cross my neighbor and my mother spanked my @ss red. Do that to her! She'll forget about cheating.” "Why are you creating such hype huh? This woman is ugly. The spider in my room is far better than her. At least he doesn't come to bite me after using my house.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

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