Badass Chick Quotes Novels & Stories

Jackson looked sharply at Leah. "Damn, you're the craziest man of all the men I've slept with." "And you're a slut who only works astride, but you can make hundreds of dollars." Leah was so defeated, she couldn't reply to Jackson's words. In all her years as a prostitute, she had never been demeaned in such a way by her clients. Only Jackson dared to demean them, including the one with the caustic mouth. "I'm silent, not because I'm losing; I'm silent because I don't want to answer your words."

With only words, her thighs would glisten, hips would writhe, and nipples would harden. Charli was the most responsive and sexual woman I’d ever known. That wasn’t her only quality. Her sexuality didn’t define her being. My Charli was also the smartest and most determined. Fucking stubborn. While I had plans to redden her ass for that, it was a trait I nonetheless admired. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—think about what he’d done to scare her. Instead, I’d think about what could be done to frighten him. Bullies thrived on weakness.

“I refuse to be wedded to some Outfit thug and be forced to live in Chicago.” “Lina, you’re such a badass,” she admires, her voice tinged with longing. “You always speak up and stand your ground. I wish I could possess the same strength as you.” “No, you don’t,” I respond, my voice laden with the weight of reality.

“Why does this crap always happen to me?” “Because you have the mouth of a sailor and the impulse control of a raccoon in a candy store,” she replied, dead serious. “Okay, rude. But accurate.” She suddenly snapped her fingers like she’d just solved world peace. “Wait! What if you say you were quoting Shakespeare?” I stared. “Shakespeare. And what play, exactly, has the line ‘Fuck you, shit’ in rapid-fire succession?” She shrugged. “A modern interpretation?” “I’m gonna modernly interpret my foot into your shin.”

Remember now, I lie like a bastard with +10 skill modifier where emotional chicks are concerned. "Are they going to miss you tomorrow when you don't show up for work?" Slavic Bad-Ass stroked my tie. "Wow, that wasn't good gallows humor, or even a convincing threat," I scoffed. That pissed her off. Yay me! "I want to dance," she twisted my tie, half-choking me. "Oddly enough, I came here to get my ass kicked, so it looks like we are both going to get what we want," I rasped. That she found amusing. I seriously run into way TOO many psycho-chicks. It is like a gift – but the opposite.

"You tryna get me turned on again?" I chuckled. He stared at me admirably. I caressed his face continuously. "You pretty as fuck." My cheeks heated up. "And I'm about to turn you into a badass chick." He said.

Gross! "Fine. Take all the time you need, princess" she mocked. Why is she mocking me? I have the good sense to turn around, enter my car and just…yes! Finally, I got the right speech. "Well, life is not fair, Aniston and unfair things happen to people all the time. But we don't throw in the towel. Instead we suck it up and keep pushing" I clenched my fist in solidarity. Aniston narrowed her eyes on me. "Did you seriously just quote Coach Richardson from that movie 'boys on fire'? How dumb do you think I am?"

She’d lost every last scrap of inhibition and had let loose the sex drive she had no idea lived inside her. “So what?” Nita asked, bringing her back to the present. “So damn nice! They deserve a good woman who will make them a good mate. Not some insecure, bitter, fat girl that man-hates and wants to tie them in the closet so nobody else gets their claws on them,” she said honestly. “First of all, you are not a fat girl. You have curves. And so the fuck what if you are fat, I am too and let me tell you, we fucking rock.”

“You need to show him you’re not. Go home, get changed into something that shows off your boobs, and make him realize you’re a sexy, successful, totally awesome single lady.” “You make it sound so easy.” “It is easy!” She grabs both our drinks and hands me mine. “Just be you, Quinn Dawson, boss lady extraordinaire. If he doesn’t like you, it’s his loss.” “I love you, you know that, right?” I bring my straw to my lips and suck down a mouthful of watered-down cranberry juice and way too much vodka. “You can prove it by taking that hunk of a surgeon back to your place tonight.”

“Fuck, are you a lady at all?” “What? You want me to blush?” She asked sarcastically “Of course any lady will be falling at their feet just to hear me say that to them” “Then go to any lay cause I'm not them” She glared pushing my head, “Your hand is even strong” I grumbled “Learn new words, your pick-up lines are retarded” She said savagely “Aish……” I groaned and tried to stand up but she'd pushed my head back, “Learn new lines, these ones are not making me blush anymore”