Aesthetic Baddie Quotes Novelas e Histórias

"She is sexy." Soon, the words started to sound funny to me. As there are good comments, there are also bad comments. How could my super hearing ability suddenly become activated in this kind of place? How? I almost frowned. The bad comments are horrible and I don't want to hear them. "How could she be so beautiful? I am sure she has nothing up in her brain." "She is so dumb." "Why is she limping? Did she go for a quickie and the guy almost tear her vagina apart?"

"Then I found out that the 'bad girls' seemed to win the world more easily. I mean... ... they have no boundaries, right? They can tear up all the standards of the so-called 'good girl' and even run into all the opposites. Dirty words, sexy clothes and s.ex. They have nothing to fear, they have the courage to try, so they have nothing to lose and they have freedom!" "When I finally realized this, I thought, f.uck elegance, politeness and smiles! I started using profanity and fists against the boys who sexually harassed me. Haha, his expression, I will remember it the next life. Ha! The gates of a new world are opening!" "So, I tell myself. You didn't do anything wrong. YOU ARE A BAD B.ITCH.

"I'm Muslim! You're supposed to be hating me for that! I'm not Russian or Danish! I'm not European! I'm not Christian! Why can't you go back to hating me?!! You could get any pretty girl you want!! I'm not even pretty, I-" "Enough!" He irately ceases my ineffective rambling. "Don't you fūcking dare utter against your beauty in my presence, you have no idea in what enthralling ways your aesthetics affect me... like a madman with a thirst unquenched." I can only but blink up at him in my awkward stance. He continues, Impassioned. "Staring at you provides coolness to my eyes, and when you're not near, my eyes fūcking ache for you."

It would be fucked to have our first argument right before we left for our honeymoon but I knew there would be war if she came home with any of that too short shit. "I like this one Jake." She pointed out something that looked like strips of material held together by some kind of metal loop in the back and from the way it looked on the mannequin would only come to about six inches below her ass. I gave her a look but she wouldn't back down. "You're out your fucking mind." She folded her arms and glared at my ass. "You've said no to the last three things I picked out, fine why don't you just choose for me then?" "I thought that's why I was here."

I plan on it, and it will be a damn good one, and I will strike when he least expects it. “Don’t says a fucking word.” I sneer. “I guess the shiny sparkly look doesn’t carry over to your personality.” Quade states. “I thought it would be worse,” Whitney says. “Thankfully, most of that shit washed out.” I point out.

“I pray your breath would stop this second…” “Enough is enough… someone please put the full stop on this lady’s topic. I no longer want to see this ugly face on social media...” “Thank god, I no longer have to pass on to you the fake comments. I have never said this to you but today I am saying it. You are the ugliest girl, I have ever seen in my life. No wonder why Shishir chose that PRETTY GIRL over you. And did I tell you that you are looking like a boiled potato with no hair… but still it suits your PATHETIC CHARACTER."

“I will burn your world down if it’s the last thing I fucking do.” The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush. Aiden didn't snap. He didn't hit me. Instead, his eyes darkened with a look that made my skin prickle — an intense, disturbing fascination. “You’re really beautiful,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something poetic and terrifying. “Do you have any idea? You’re an artwork, Iris. The kind painters ruin their lives trying to capture. That curve of your jaw... the sheer, stupid defiance in your eyes. It’s intoxicating.”

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.

"I like it." "Of course you do." My eyes narrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." but I could see right through it. "Are you saying I'm tasteless?" I taunted lifting my chin. "Because let me remind you I'm with you." Nate grinned in that way that made my heart forgets how to beat for a moment. "What I'm saying is that you wouldn't judge something hideous for your life." "That is not true!" "No? Tell me one thing you find ugly."