Badassery Quotes Novels & Stories

“That boy is all I have. He’s all I’m living for. Pray that nothing happens to him. Else I’ll show you all that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” Her words hang in the air as everyone takes in the meaning. Shit, this woman is a badass!

, she yelled at him, “I am just saying that you swear at me, a lot”, he quoted her again with a triumphant smirk on his lips. He was still basking in his glory when he noticed something being thrown towards him, he dodged it quickly, letting the glass vase shatter on the wall and floor to the floor, “Are you fucking crazy, bitch?”, he yelled at her in surprise. “Stop quoting me, you animal”, she said shoving him in the chest, “Stop acting like a bitch, and I do not mean the good kind”, he had once again quoted her, she had said this the first day they met, the day he chose her to be his mate.

I could see cars scattered all over the fortress and loud music blaring through the roof of the mansion. "I..I think I left something at home" I said rushing back to pull the door handle which was then suddenly locked. "Stop being over dramatic, you'll love it" Steff replied as if he knew a lot about parties. "But what if something terrible happening?" "You don't have to worry about that, after what happened today I don't think anyone's foolish enough to let anything happen to you" he teased "Now that the school's craziest boy has staked a claim on you, your like the queen of Sheba someone definitely not to be touched"

So I've got some mischief…In my blood…Can you blame me…I never got no love…“ She turned towards the camera with a playful pout and a face fully covered in blood. She slashed her bald backwards as someone came up to attack from behind. The music continued to play as she returned to killing and singing ”They think I'm callous….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 sch

Mokunfayo Badmus: "You're a very foolish woman, you know that right?" I nodded in agreement, because it was the gospel truth; I really was very foolish to have thought collecting evidence against powerful and rich people would be as easy as walking in one of their offices and seeking an interview. Mike had been right, my subconscious had been right and this dangerous looking man relishing the sight of my blood on his dagger, was right as well. I was a very big fool.

She asked and I suddenly remembered I haven't eaten in quite a while. "I can't remember" I awkwardly said as she slapped her forehead. "Well secondly, train a lot, don't get tired" she said and I repeated the steps In my head so as to remember, not like they're that hard to remember. "Third and lastly, never for any reason tell yourself that you're a weak wolf, never say those words to yourself else you'll forever believe it and it wouldn't be nice for you. Wake up, look into the mirror and say * I am one bad ass strong bitch*Understood?!" she asked I couldn't help but release the laugh I had been holding in.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

I said, making sure not to sound desperate as I gulped down a shot down my throat, feeling the liquid burn my throat. "Mind if we get to know ourselves?" the idiot asked, his eyes scanning my body like he was undressing me with his eyes. "Just go to the point, asshat. And stop fucking beating around the bush." I said, gulping another shot down, feeling the liquid coursing through my veins. The idiot looked taken aback by my bluntness, but then a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, I can see you are a bad girl. I just wanna fuck you until you scream, bitch."

I was spending more time on my back than on my feet, which wasn't a bad thing, but sometimes I just needed a break. Lexi picked up on this and one day at work ask me, "Damn Girl are you alright? You look tired, you look like hell." I give a sarcastic laugh and say, " I didn't think there was such a thing as too much sex, but use whatever cliche you want, "Fuck my brains out" "Fuck my legs off" "Fuck me senseless", those boys have done it all. They never get tired!" Laughing, Lexi says, "Then maybe you should share!"

I sighed, “I guess my great-grandmother was a bad ass.” Queen Winnie answered, “Not as much of a bad ass as you are, my dear. I would have never thought of making someone rip out their own throat!”