Badass Chick Quotes Novels & Stories

“You look adorable.” She scrunched her nose at me and planted her hands on her hips. Tapping the toe of her combat boot into the dirt, she grumbled, “I was going for sexy, daring, totally badass.” “You’re all of those things, but you’re still cute. Trust me, there isn’t a warrior here today that won’t follow your command.” “Do you think they’re mad at me?”

*MAGO’S POV* "Do you know what pisses me off?" she slurred, her eyes narrowing as we stepped into my house. Her voice was laced with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I've been trying to catch your attention, but you can’t even flash me a smile. What do those other women have that I don’t?" Before I could respond, she turned, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. "I’m sexy," she said, her voice dripping with irony. "I’m pretty." She pouted, emphasizing her lips. "Don’t I have kissable lips?"

His nose flared up angrily, "What do you mean nothing? So, I listened to your lame story about a not needed redemption, coupled up with a stupid ass quote that you got from a TV series about three girls who were given a magic cookbook for nothing?" "You see, the difference between you and those little girls is that they actually think with their heads and not their anus. You're pushing 40 but you haven't learned a thing or two about life. The first thing that came to mind when I saw you on that swivel chair was an image of an imbecile. Your hands are tied even tighter than the hands of a paralyzed being. I thought by telling you that quote you may have learned something, but I was wrong. You

Her unconventional choice had worked first time, why not again? She nodded at me, screwed up her eyes like she was thinking hard, and then opened her mouth. Her voice this time was very high and sharp, but clear as a choirboy’s. I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve iiiiiiiiit

her indifferent life style, made everthing about her, so charming, and unpredctable, to top it up with the look runaway model with a bad bitch vibe, always on cut out wears, spikey martin boots, and a bubble gum making me remember how i all happened back in junior high, bullies were taunting me and I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't have the courage to do so anyway, being all shy and shit but all the same, it was worth having the experience And on that lucky day Kate came to my rescue. She kicked the bully so hard on his knee and he sustain a fracture she was like a character in a scary story, told in highschool, hastag, 'stay away from the spiky boot, and dark hair girl' with a

She exclaimed like crazy as she raised her middle finger in the air. I was laughing really hard yet genuine. Thanks to her for making me feel this good after a very bad tiring day. “Being a model sucks but it’s a passion so, whatever. Still, Fuck Duke. Fuck Wallace. Fuck mom. Let’s get fucking wasted tonight, yes?” I smirked and raised my glass. She chuckled as she raised hers as well. “Hell, yeah!” And we bumped our shot glasses, it created a cute clank.

she asks and I can hear the desperation in her voice. “Well, we did challenge the diety. No regrets on my part. I would do it over again if given a chance.” “Me too.” “I know.” “You don’t have to be so cocky,” she says. I can even imagine her rolling her eyes and I concur with her sentiments. “I am majestic and my gorgeous, powerful and pregnant mate is crazy about me, I can’t not be cocky.”

he chuckles darkly as I hear his footsteps come closer to me . "Step away from me ,"I cry weakly "Now now ! Where would the fun be goldie looks ," "You know what they say ,"he pauses in silence,"they say fat chicks taste better and you my friend I can't wait to taste you ."he Snickers. My skin crawls as his calloused hand carreses my thigh . When I realize what he is about to do . I kick my legs in protest not caring if I'm kicking him or the air . "Feisty huh ,"his voice goes dark ,"don't worry I like them feisty"

It wasn’t like she wouldn’t talk to me. She already had, back on my very first day on the tour bus: To fuck hot chicks. I… what? To fuck hot chicks. What are you talking about? Why I do it. To fuck hot chicks. That wasn’t what I was going to ask. Oh. Well, that’s the answer, anyway. To fuck hot chicks. O-kaaaay… moving on. What’s the best part of being a rock star?

I forced myself to look for the positive remarks, just to keep myself from going down a dark road. Don’t listen to them, Anna. You’re doing wonderfully! Haters gonna hate. Lookin’ good, sister! You’re such an inspiration! I love how you let things roll off your shoulders. Fat IS sexy! Don’t let them get you down. You do you. Your husband was an idiot for dumping you. You’ll be rockin’ a hot new bod in no time. The last comment made me grin like an idiot. I really would be rocking a hot new bod in no time. I just needed to put in the work.