Quotes Sassy Classy Novels & Stories

but still. You aren't bad until you're bold enough to use your enemy's own words to mock them. - I preferred dressing as Tink. You aren't bad until you can successfully break into somewhere get stuck there and slip away unnoticed. - that was a close call, but Luka just had to almost ruin it. You aren't bad until you've exhausted every insult and sassy remark known to mankind. -no wonder I'm always tired. You aren't bad until you have a 'muscle car'. - mine happens to be a Volkswagen Beetle.

No we are not going anywhere I'm tired and exhausted and"i protest as I put some make up "You can't wipe off that make up "she points out. "Yes I can ," "No you can't," "Yes I can ! " "Well i already booked a table for two at a french restaurant ," "No You did not!" I exclaim. " Yes I did and why don't you find something sexy to wear .. like those black stilettos and I will call an Uber.."Sophia answers in a monotone voice . "And by the way .."she stops in her tracks ."I'm really sorry about the moisture comment ."

I couldn't stop myself "Hello sweetheart" She steps back and yells "What the hell?!" When she finally looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second before a blank stare comes on her face. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Yeah girl I know I'm sexy as fuck I can't help it. "I see you're new here sweetheart" She rolls her eyes and sarcastically says "No shit Sherlock. What gave you that idea?" Wow that sassy attitude and smart mouth just made my pants a little more tighter than it already was, shit I need to get this under control. Before she can fully walk around me I grab her arm and pull her back to me thinking I can sweet talk her a little only I don't take in account her fei

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

Zainab said. "Yes! Duh! It makes me look peng and sophisticated. The class in me oozes" Queen replied. "Revealing doesn't mean class. You can be covered and still look sophisticated. You know I'm all for the 'wear whatever you want' notion but if you think you won't look classy unless you wear something revealing then you've got your head screwed on your neck wrongly" Zainab explained. "What do you mean? What's the meaning of all these stylish insults sef!" Queen flared.

"Yea,he's not worth my time or thoughts" "That's what I'm talking about,girl!" Jennifer said as she gives Sophia a high five. Sophia grabbed an silky short sleeve bloody red dress with the word "Sassy" in big white letters going across.And three silver chains going across the shoulder part. "Now that's cute! You should definitely wear that for tonight" Jennifer said smiling Sophia looked around her pile of clothes and sees her white knee length short high heel boots laying across from my bed and picked it up. "These boots will look amazing with the dress that I'm planning to wear"

Cass emphasized on each word as she burned the cigar all over her face. Katherine was screaming, whimpering and a mess but they kept going. “I really like the sound of her screams, you know.” Gina smiled wickedly. “I know you psycho.” El smirked. “Does this make me an actual psycho?” Gina asked, her eyes wide as saucers. “Well, it depends on how you see it.” Cass shrugged. “I think being a psycho is cute, if this makes me a psycho then I want to be one.” She opened her teeth in a creepy way.

Unable to decipher if they are for him or the topic, but I am not backing down from trying to eat into his head with my own penetrative gaze the way he is doing to me. ‘You left that second-grade classless hoe to run things, didn’t you? What was her name? Joyce?’ Sarcasm is back to being my friend and his little sigh tells me he is still not immune to my sass.

“Is that why you’re still wearing flip-flops, a worn-out shirt, and trousers that look like they were picked from a clearance pile? Please. If Kael were really showering you with money, you’d look like me.” She flicked her hair back dramatically, like her dyed strands were proof of superiority. Cassy let out another small laugh, shaking her head. “You know what? I’m done talking to you. Because now it’s crystal clear—you’re just a spoiled, rich brat who doesn’t know the meaning of manners. And as for your little ‘eliminated’ threat?” She said as she arched a brow.

Sassafras and Galleytrot were waiting up for me when I closed my door. "Was that Quaid?" Sassy's silver tail showed his aggravation. "What did I tell you about running out into the yard in the middle of the night?" "You might want to ask one question at a time," I said, feeling decidedly snarky. "It was Quaid." Sassy sighed. "What did he say?" My face crumpled. I couldn't stand it. Sassafras said his name twice. The first time I could fake it and pretend, but the second... the waterworks threatened.