Breaking Bad Female Characters Novels & Stories

“I’m on the wrong side of the law too. I should be able to stop my husband. He didn’t understand anything, Jane. He’s just very overprotective to me.” Jane returned my smile. “Isn’t that the named perfection of love, Lady?” Britney and Nina giggled at that. “That’s right. It is the perfection of love. My husband is an amazing Alpha. He’s Iceberg Alpha, but behind his attitude like that he has a soul that is easily fragile and unsteady. Please forgive him, Jane.” Jane and I had a chance to chat for a while. Discussed some small things about her family, about the condition of her body. So, the last one we discussed the bad girls. Jane said that those bad girls often make her wretched l

Yippee! Just that it had felt like crap. Her quick clean cut had left him feeling like he was missing a limb or two. A painful surprise. He had had girls kick him out of their lives before, so that hadn’t been anything new. The new thing about this breakup had been that the girl had neither been bitchy nor had she clung to him desperately. She had just been there one day and told him to get out when he hadn’t appreciated that. Now that he thought about it, he realized that she had done the same thing after he had screwed up with Liz two years later. Clean cut, no fuss, no drama, no tears.

"I didn't want to see him like that again." I looked away, blinking rapidly as my vision blurred. "So everyone just decided to make me the villain?" I said bitterly. "Like he's some kind of god who can't be hurt wrong, and I'm just the girl who destroys everything?" My voice cracked slightly, but I didn't stop. "I lost everything too," I added quietly. The silence that followed was heavy.

She should have known when things started going bad, when he had a friend nearby that could solve all her problems while she took a vacation, that it wasn't right. Who did that? It was something out of a movie. A TV show. Not real life. No, in real life people used you and threw you under the bus. Just like Heath. Just like Marco. And she'd let both men manipulate her. Ultimately, it came back to her. She was broken in a very elemental way. On a cellular level. She was programmed to fall in love. It was her nature to give her heart away and love without reservation. She'd hidden behind that tendency, using it to fill her life with meaningless relationships. Well, no more. Marco had shown her

“AREN’T YOU THE ONE WHO SAID THAT FLASHBACK IS TIRESOME? DID YOU REALIZE THAT YOU HAVE PUT TOO MANY FLASHBACKS BEFORE, YOU IMPOTENT AUTHOR!” “IT’S INCOMPETENT, ASSHOLE! WHAT I MEAN BY TIRESOME FLASHBACK IS THE ONE UNRELATED TO THE MAIN STORY. HOW DO I BUILD A GOOD STORY CONCEPT WITHOUT A FUCKING FLASHBACK? REPLACING IT WITH A SEX SCENE WHERE YOU GET LAID WITH THAT FLAT CHESTED MAIDEN?!” I reflexively point out Kartika. “What did you say?” Kartika said. “I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES! IF IT COMES TO FEMALE CHARACTERS, GIVE HER SOME TEMPTING PHYSICAL APPEARANCE JUST LIKE WHAT WE SEE ON BLUE FILM!”

I’d be obedient and sweet and everything he’d been trying to create. And I’d watch him carefully, learn his patterns, and find his weaknesses. Because men like Dmitri, men like Ray, men like Marcus Kane…they all had one fatal flaw. They underestimated the women they broke. They assumed broken meant defeated. They never considered that broken things could still be dangerous. That a woman with nothing left to lose was the most dangerous thing in the world. Ray had learned that lesson too late. Dmitri would too. I just had to survive long enough to teach it to him.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

Call me sexist but in mafia, women can rarely fight. Even though there are female fighters and shooters, ultimately they all care about money or they have suffered so much that they are numb and they can't be called women. A good normal woman is a myth in my world. So I naturally never cared about them. They are good sex toys for which I pay nicely and that's it.

“That's what society thinks. They portray women as these weak creatures that they could easily prey on.” “What I hate the most, is how these books don't change. I mean, women do need men. That's how it works, that's how we live. We werewolves also need our mate. But the storyline is always the same,” I said. “She's always the weak female lead who needs a man to save her or pull her out of her shell. It's pathetic.” “That's what makes the female gender attractive to them I think.” “The fact that they like us dumb or the fact that they know some of us are just stupid?”

47 Mari scooted away from the door to avoid getting caught by the evil woman inside. Lila wasn't a nice woman. Her character matched the saying: Good looks don't necessarily mean a good character. She just had a nice body and pretty face whereas on the inside she was more evil than Medusa— and she was obsessed with her boss like Sherkhan was obsessed with Mowgli in Jungle Book. It wasn't a nice obsession though! She was insecure and didn't try to hide her emotions. Lila treated other women poorly as if she had the right to.