Aesthetic Baddie Quotes Novels & Stories

Yurich A child without love, a man without morals, and a life based on carnage is in this diabolical friend in which I am always being shaped, when something good or beautiful appears I have a perverse taste in touching. Unlike Midas does not become gleaming like gold but distorts into ashes heaped at my feet, destroying any goodness is easy, breaking beauty is as natural as dawn. Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it?

Monique. -Yes? His pupils were very dilated, he looked thirsty. -Get away from me," he said. I frowned uncomprehendingly. -I don't want you anywhere near me or my environment. I'm no good for you. Everything I touch I destroy, it's my specialty. -I don't believe that," I raised my hand and took his arm from which he was holding the back of my neck, "I don't think you're bad," I told him, looking into his eyes.

the girl spat “And what makes you special huh? That fake t*ts of yours? The cakey makeup you have? Exposing someone’s bad past to make them look bad just because you’re a jealous b*tch hm?” I spat back “And I’d rather spend my time with someone that has a bad past yet a decent person than a desperate, insecure b*tch like you.” She gasped and slapped me hard “How dare you talk to me that way?! You’re not that fu-”

If she is now, it must be bad. “What!?” I snap. “What, bitch!?” “Well…” she says slowly. “You kinda do have resting-bitch-face.” “I do not!” I gasp, stopping in my tracks, and check myself out in a store window. Forcing all expression from my face, I take a good hard look at myself. “Okay, maybe I do. But don’t some guys like that…?” “Sure,” Breanna chuckles. “Assholes like it. And guys who just want to fuck you so hard that they make you smile in the end.”

I reply in a snippy voice that I use when my parents say something stupid, "It's literal, I feel dirty and ugly and I don't want you to touch me or look at me." "May I know why?" his voice sounds like he’s talking to a little girl. I shake my head, turning to him because having my face in his pillow is suffocating me and I don't want to die yet, "I'm not good at giving advice or saying things that will make you feel better, Angelique. I know this must be some kind of omega hysteria and I really don't know how to deal with it, but I can tell you what I honestly think, and… you're far from ugly, physically."

"God, we're so bad. Can you hear all those people above us? I'd just die if anybody walked down here now and caught me doing this." "You are such a nasty little girl, aren't you? Shaking your ass for all those strangers. I bet that gets you hot, doesn't it? Knowing how bad they want you. How they'd go home and jerk off to pictures of you. Jesus, you're a hot little fuck."

“Why are you here again?” “Didn't you hear, Cassy and I are best friends now. We faced death together and survived, our bond is unbreakable. Give me another day and you’ll be out of the picture entirely, Briggs.” “Right... I’m still not convinced that you didn't send those wolves yesterday.” “Do you see how messed up my arm is? No more sleeveless tops for me, and I love sleeveless tops.” “Then wear them. Fuck what other people think. Show off your scars and everyone will know you’re badass and beautiful.”

“Don’t be shy. If you think you are ugly when you laugh then just laugh. You look good at everything. It would be refreshing to see you ugly laughing.” Ace seemed baffled at what I just said as he stood up and straight and regarded me with his eyes. “You think I look good with...everything?” He was staring at me intently. “You think I am good-looking?” I let out a slow and nervous laugh as I mentally kicked myself for saying those words. Now, this guy will seriously not let me live. “Ace, we all know that you are good-looking. It’s only your attitude that keeps the girls away.”

She crossed her legs "Why not?" I waved my palms at the cup "Because it's too sweet!" She smiled wickedly "You should drink it because it's sweet" I bit my inner cheek to stop myself from throwing the greatest abusive words at her. "Or you'd rather drink a bitter coffee?" Soulless bitch. I grabbed the cup, staring at the content in it as a bold voice inside me started to talk. 'Pour the coffee on her face' I really wanna do that more than anything. 'Just do it and give your wicked smile'

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."