Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Baddie Quotes

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-”

Non alcoholic though Audrey: I heard you smoke Me: nope, I don't smoke anymore I handed her the bottled soda Audrey : since when Me: since I fell in love with you Audrey: what? You're not serious. That's not possible I chuckled Me: if that's not possible, then I'm gonna start smoking again Audrey: what, no. Don't.. I laughed Me: baby, I'm done with smoking. Also done with killing, and I'm done with being a bad guy. Though I'm still a bad guy but I'm a good bad guy

“That time you use scrolling through social media and laughing at other people's pain and hurt, if you actually invest it into something meaningful, I'm sure you wouldn't be as pathetic as you are right now.” “That's my girl.” Samantha whispered. Estella's eyes flashed with anger. “You good for nothin—” “Reverse that statement, Estella. I'm good at something because I have a job. I can take good care of myself and get everything I want by myself. I'm iconic, smart and capable. How about you?” she scoffed. “You aren't even good, so where's nothing? Oh, I forgot, you're nothing,” Estella gasped and Jessica facepalmed, while Aiden just stared at them.

“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.”

I realized that I’m no different from the people that don’t get tired from scrutinizing every move that I make. I’m also cruel to myself, and I must start changing the way I think about myself by letting the bad bitch personality to reign over me. I bet countless bad ideas are just waiting for me to execute them. Afterall, who doesn't like bad ideas? Bad ideas along with a rush of inexplicable feelings that most of us become addicted to. Yeah, I’m fiending for that. Without worrying about the consequences of what I'm about to do tonight, I continue to apply lip-gloss over my matte dark red lipstick. It's the last thing left to do for me to perfect before I leave my penthouse and head straigh

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 simply barge in, equipped with goodies that can make a bent man straight. Goodies that keep every fucking person in the shop still. My fucking goodies are being hawked like a cheap toy. “I need a tattoo.” I step a heel on the chair, wide enough for them to get a good hint of my wet cunt. “All over,” my voice is a reckless moan. “And no, not with your pen.” The nasty smile starts creeping along my cheek. “With your rumored fat, dirty cock.”

"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."

"I didn't 'vandalize' anything. It was a boring ass wall and I made it beautiful!" "The term we use here, is vandalism," I hated the sarcasm in his voice. "I'm pretty sure our art's teacher didn't call it that," "Listen Miss Carlisle, you broke the law! You aren't getting your spray cans back. And if you have a problem with it, feel free to bring it up with your lawyers," he had a stupid amused smirk on his face. I didn't like it one bit. I was starting to have an extremely huge dislike for this cop. I give respect where it's due, and he doesn't deserve it one bit. If he's looking for a fight, I'll gladly give him one.

‘Oi bitch. “Are you talking to me freak girl.” “How’s about you shut your fucking hole before I fill it.” “I’m not scared of you weirdo.” “Oh you will be.” “What? are you and fatty going to belly flop on me?” She laughed. I’ve really had enough of this bitch. “Don’t you dare call her fat, at least she’s not s fucking stick.” “At least I’m not fucking ugly.” “Take a fucking look in the mirror. Oh I forgot it smashed into tiny pieces at your ugliness.”