Quotes From Act Like A Lady Think Like A Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s not your fault. Don’t forget that you were waving while looking at this place like a church rat brought from the gutter.” She gasped at his words. How could a man’s word be this harsh? “Maybe you didn't think that it was rude to talk to a lady in such a manner. You should have a bit of decency. Besides, it’s my first time being here so obviously, I’ll be amazed by the beauty of this place.” “Maybe you should act like a lady and pretend that you have been here before. It’s so Unladylike to look around somewhere like that even though you have not been here before.”

Quit acting like a privileged spoiled brat! “Hey! You!” I pointed my finger to him again. “Tone down your manners! Stop acting so high and mighty! Did you know what I heard to other woman about you? you’re a gentleman and kind? They precisely got wrong knowing about you! That characteristic never be suited to you!”

His masculine aura is intimidating everything else around him, the command in his voice stronger than steel. The man raises his hand and Jonathan cowers, expecting to be hit. To his surprise, the man takes out a handkerchief and starts to dab the blood on Jonathan’s cheek. “Every word a man speaks is the mirror of his true character,” the man says with a slight accent. “And any man who cannot use civilized words to talk with a lady is no man at all, but leads a fickle existence of lies.” Jonathan winces when the man presses the handkerchief hard on his skin. “You could not cherish her like a treasure,” he goes on. “But you are becoming jealous when someone else treats her like a Queen. I see

Her : Where do you think you are going you b*tch. Me : Who are you are calling a bitch? If you know what's good for you move out of my way "Or else what? ," asked another lady behind her making her way towards me. Lady 2 : So you go around sleeping with married man, aren't you ashamed of yourself whore. Didn't your prostitute mother teach you manners

"I'm sorry you went through that but I see no reason why a lady would depend on a guy. I mean this isn't the twenty-first century. Women are begin empowered but some ladies just don't like hard work but instead want powerful men." "Wow." I was impressed. Most ladies nowadays don't have such intellect "What's your name again? I didn't catch it." "That's cause I didn't throw it." "I'm sorry, that was weird and the addition of numbers divided by the number of those numbers, mean." She was beginning to act weird, shuffling the end of her knee-length dress "Errrr," my lips closed as I watched her make weird noises with her mouth. I never knew humans could make such sounds

I counter with a smirk. The man's expressions darken and I catch a glint in his eyes. “ Are you insulting me?” He bellows. I laugh, humorously. “ Me? Insulting you? You insulted yourself. I understand why those ladies seemed afraid to give their best. With people like you hovering around, spitting such venomous words, of course they would lose confidence in themselves.” I spat . “ That brings me to, why are you so bitter and scared of seeing ladies perform? Scared that they'll surpass your strength?” I mock with a smile.

He continued to scorn me. "What's the matter, Ms. Carter? Have you become addicted to your act? You can't use this trick every single time. "By the way, if it is just an ankle fracture, you don't have to be so cautious. Don't pamper yourself so much." He slung an arm around the young woman affectionately and walked off. I watched his retreating figure and remained dazed for a long time. I could not understand how the man that I had loved for so long had become so despicable all of a sudden.

Who made the rules and said men should be tough, brash, and boring? Should I be called a Sissy just because I enjoyed baking and fashion? No, I shouldn't. My anger simmered, but I tried to keep my cool. "You have a stereotypical mindset if you think only women should have beautiful things." "Is that your way of saying you want to be a lady?" One teased, and they all laughed, a high mocking sound. My jaw clenched. "What I want to be is none of your business," I said through clenched teeth.

"Did I ask you to leave? I'm not done talking to you. Drat, you lack basic etiquette. Pretty nails and a bouncy haircut won't turn you into a lady when you don't know how to carry yourself like one." "I am not trying to be a lady. I don't have to conform to any standards or maintain a certain image in society. I am free to do whatsoever." "Such women have a name. Didn't you see there was a brothel right by that spa? Every other woman who gets a massage there solicits her clients on the street." "I don't care what you think of me---" "If I were you, I'd lower that fucking voice. Unless you want to get fired."

And for those that would want to come out strong—what is a pretty ass lady like you doing outside in this chilliness, by this time of the day? But here was this man, mystery man, jumping over protocols to ask a rather annoying question. Was he not thought to treat ladies right? Such poor manners for such a good look. I thought in my head but I was slightly intrigued by his personal. Normally, men would empty their word bank while trying to impress me which made me always believe I was somewhat irresistible but now... I'm forced to have a rethink. And I was sure as hell going to give him something to have a rethink about as well.