Baddie Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I see!" Beside him, Bigby wheeled on the punks around them. "Hey! That's enough out of you brats! Who do you think you are, mocking my besties, when I'm the richest dude all around?" However, as soon as he spoke, another punk chuckled, "Well, I am mocking them—what are you going to do about it?" "Haha! If you're hanging out with those losers, that would mean you're a loser too, stupid fatso!"

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.

“Kind of an upgrade, if I must say. I was expecting something less but it seems as if Maddie knows her game. Has she told you anything about me? How I have always been her number one? I am sure she lied to you about me and---” “I know who you are and the type of person you are and boy, you don’t want to know what I am capable of doing. If I ever see you come close to her or us again, I will kill you.” I came closer, my chest brushing his arm. I leaned close to his head, my lips near his ear. “I have killed before and won’t hesitate to slit that throat. You think you’re crazy? I am way crazier. Now, get out.” His body went stiff for some seconds before he shoved me slightly and ran off. I wat

I didn’t even know how to console him. “It’s okay. I just feel bad because that guy made me who I am today, and he is not even around to witness me cherish this life. He took me off the streets and helped me to be the son that my parents always wanted. He made me a somebody, and how did I thank him? It breaks me that he sees me as his enemy to this day. If he hadn’t made a promise to my mom that he would take care of me, he would have killed me by now.”

"You used me. Manipulated me. Made me doubt everything I stood for. Yeah, I shot you. And I'd do it again." Sirens wailed in the distance. Footsteps pounded. Federal agents swarmed the barn, weapons drawn. Connor was cuffed, read his rights, hauled to his feet. As they dragged him past Duke, he spoke one last time: "This isn't over. Even in prison, even from a cell, I'll find a way to destroy you. You and your little bookstore bitch." Duke's fist connected with Connor's jaw before anyone could stop him. The man went limp in the agents' arms.

ASHTON "Yours is because you're a son of a bitch," Apolo tells him. "It was unintentional," Ian excuses himself. "Yeah, unintentionally you screwed another girl. You're screwed." And he points the bottle of beer at me. "And you're just an idiot. You're here drinking, trying to forget that your kid's mother drives you crazy just because you think you'd rather screw twenty chicks in one night."

“She did. There’s no way you can beat her with the kind of skill you have. You have a long way to go, buddy.” “Buddy?” he grumbles. “Now I’m buddy?” I turn off the console and turn to him. “What do you want to be?” “Something that rhymes with that.” I work my brain a little…what the fuck? I roll my eyes. “In your dreams.” He narrows his eyes. “You know, people who have a thing for bad boys have one thing in common.” “What’s that?” “They like it rough.” I can only stare at him.

she can't believe that he was asking her all these things. Before a tear slipped from her eyes..he suddenly moved back with a smiling face.. ".I will become Your biggest nightmare My gorgeous badluck..u don't know what u have agreed to " he said, smiling... "I hope am not getting myself into more trouble" she thought to herself..but now it was too late.. They both get agreed to something from which they can't turn back now.. Either she will become his luckiest charm..or he will become her badluck.. -----------------------------------------------------------------

"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me."

she waved her hand around. "A baddie is a girl who is always slaying the game and always on fleek. Though some of them are feminine individuals who are self-assured, goal-orientated, and empowering. They can do anything to get rich. Like the parade of leggy blondes with enormous jugs that he shows up with always introduce themselves that way." She mimicked shaking a hand and began fluttering her eyelashes. "Hi, I'm Barbie doll and the baddest." She started cracking up at her own joke. Her laughter was contagious, and I soon had the giggles as well. I was enjoying being with her and laughing at her despicable brother.