Badassery Quotes Novels & Stories

I spoke. When his stare felt too intense for me, I went back to looking at my half-eaten food. “What’s your favourite quote?” I smirked at that one, “Kill first, die last.”

And for a second— Just a second— Her fingers lingered. Because holding it felt like holding the only version of herself that still made sense. --- “Murderer.” The word cut through the air. Clean. Sharp. Deliberate. It didn’t echo. It didn’t need to. It landed exactly where it was meant to. --- Belle froze. Not visibly. Not dramatically. Just… still. The kind of stillness that only happens when something hits too precisely. Too accurately. Too familiar. Slowly—

Shouldn't you have made me the cool girl who doesn’t bow in front of anything? Author: Okay, okay. Don’t cry. But, I’m really not at fault. How will I accumulate money if I don’t put a little fluff…? As long as there is money, inspiration will flow. Okay, I have an idea. Layer on, we will make him suffer. How is that? Don’t worry, you can ask him to massage you. Anything you want will be done. Settled, right?*phone rings* “Heh… he is calling”

‘A time will come when everything good in you will be stolen away and burned to ashes, nothing you do will stop it,’ she’d sometimes add but her favorite quote was always, ‘You’re living in a bubble my darling and when it’s time to pop it, I’ll be there with fired dynamite to make it explode. “Asshole,” I whispered silently, closing my eyes and trying to get her the fuck out of my head. “Asshole,” I muttered a bit louder, feeling an insane anger rising in my chest, my fists clenching to breaking point, and my mind losing all sense of cautiousness. “Asshole!” I eventually gave in and screamed, gripping both sides of the rotting log that had become a home to so many things and doing all I coul

“I trust you’ll find it… comfortable.” I fought against the rogues as they pushed me forward, fear clawing at my insides. “I won’t stay here! You can’t keep me!” The Boss moved closer, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh, but you will. I intend to make you understand just how powerless you truly are. You may think you’re strong, but I have ways of breaking even the fiercest spirit.” I glared at him, refusing to show my fear. “You’re a monster. You’ll never get away with this.”

"Why are you even this affected? It's dumb Domenico! Up your game and act out your revenge! Why are you moping around!?" "I don't know!" Rosetta cried, her voice muffled by the pillow she buried her face in, "I don't know. I don't know why I feel so dirty and used, I don't know why I feel like the slutty bitch he called me, I don't know why I feel so hurt and pained, I don't know why he's getting to me!" "Kiss him and you'll get over the crush." Rosetta's head snapped up, "Crush?"

As we sat down a bartender attended to our orders. “So why did you do that to Jake, he’s nice.” queens started as she sipped from her wine. “wrong sentence..” I sips from my wine and sighed. “After my experience so far, ‘boys’ and ‘nice’ don’t fit in the same sentence.” “But not..” “you want to tell me not all are bad?” I scoffed. “Fuck that shit, they appear nice just to get in your pant, and then what?...” Scarlette yelled, Queens notice I was boiling so she cut me off.

I’ve been described with a lot of unpleasant and derogatory descriptions all my life because of just doing something I wanted to do. Horrible, nasty, filthy, awful, terrible, dick, weak, scumbag, dirtbag, stinkpot, and douche bag and almost every negative adjective Merriam-Webster could think of. People got to say what they got to say and for me, it’s not that bad when you feel that you’re the good guy and the rest is just being a villain charged with the hunger to destroy you. I think that way. I’m a fucking legend.

Subtle, but screaming the words: 'There you are, bastard.'

“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.”