Aesthetic Baddie Quotes Novels & Stories

"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.”

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.

A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a schemer…Call me a freak…How can you say that…I'm just unique…“ She turned to the camera and gave it a smirk and small shoulder shrug before she went back to killing the rouges and hunters that filled the place ”What, me a traitor…Ain't got your back…Are we not friends..What's up with that…So I'm a misfit..So I'm a flirt…I broke

“Who do you think I am? The audacity to ask me that after you forced yourself into this car. Why don't you ask yourself?!” "I didn't force myself, stop making me feel like a complete pushover!" Jay-Dee hissed. Her face red with annoyance. “You are a rotten bitch, Vintah. The reason why no one likes you is because you're insensitive and unsympathetic. You're going to die alone and lonely without a friend shedding a single tear for you!" “I’m friends with the freakin’ condemned spirits in hell. Who needs an actual living friend if she's useless?"

“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.

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.”

Mike sneered, “You’re disgusting to look at! No wonder you wear that thing. It seems our appearance indeed reflects our inner selves. You deserve such ugliness for being so vile! “No, you should look even uglier to match your spitefulness!” he continued, ignoring the man’s mad screaming. “Why bother to research the viruses? You should study plastic surgery and fix your screwed-up face. “But too bad! No matter how you fix it, you can’t change how ugly you are inside. You’ll always be ugly! What a joke! How could the world be ruled by anyone so ugly? If it were to happen one day, I’m sure God would rather destroy our world!”

“You’ve been like that since we were kids. But you’re not better. And being cruel to people who have never even considered harming you isn’t going to help your case.” I shook my head slowly, feeling a sneer of my own twisting my lips. “You may be beautiful on the outside. But underneath all of that physical beauty you seem to hold so much pride in, you’re one of the ugliest people I’ve ever known. Cruel and selfish and poisonous, right down to your very core.”

I pleaded with her but she rolled her eyes at me. “What does someone like YOU know about the appeal of danger?” She sneered. “You’re just a prude. Bad guys are the BEST at everything, Alicia. They take care of those they care about. And they have... skill, if you know what I mean," She waggled her brows, laughing out loud when I cringed visibly at her blatant innuendo. God help me, I DEFINITELY didn't need to hear about THAT. I could tell there was nothing I could say that would make her change her mind.