Novel & Cerita Badass Chick Quotes

*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

She asked "Ouch!! But you came to this cafe to meet me and how could I let you go without giving you a proper view" He said shooting his most charming smile at her "Narcissism is overrated Fredrick" she said rolling her eyes "Oh!! Admit it, you are crazy about me" He said smirking God!! It's thrilling to get under her skin "And why the hell would I be crazy about someone like you?? Do I look stupid??" She asked "Good girls always falls for the badboys sweetheart " he said huskily

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

“B*tch, do you have a death wish?! How dare you act so willfully at my territory?! Be grateful that I have my eyes on you! How dare you fight back against me when you should be sleeping with me?! You’re a shameless b*tch!” “Cut the nonsense! We’ll just force ourselves on her! Then, we shall see how she fights back against us. It’s only one pussy and we can easily handle it!

I used this witch as many times as I desired her because she was bratty but also hated me so much, and always had some smartass reply for me. "Shut the fuck up!" - I growled at her and pumped my hips even harder and faster than before. "You know... ahh... it just makes me... more... ah... fucking crazy about it. - groaned every other word. That is how good she was. It also helped she was a gorgeous fucking slut and I enjoyed torturing and using her.

You can see now how that got to me, right? I mean, I know that I am a spoiled brat but I worked for that! I am a fucking rich bitch and I accept that whole-heartedly. But no one is allowed to speak to me that way! I’m not just all talk. I actually know how to shut people up. I’m a fucking queen! Quite literally… I’m Mia Queen after all! “Are you serious, girl?” The girl asked in disbelief. “You just made the craziest and the toughest of the mafia men cry! How can you be bored?!” She frowned.

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?