Quotes Sassy Classy Novels & Stories

“Robert Heineken once said, ‘A true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best.’” “I love that quote of yours. Shows you’ve been doing your assignment. I’m glad you are not angry with me anymore.” “I hope you can show me how much I mean to you – more than anything in this world or out of this world.” “I will show you to the point you’d be screaming my name; forgetting yours,” I said to her. “I’m wet already, but it’s not too late to eat this pussy. I want to sit on your face and cum so hard for you.”

He responds, with a mischievous look, and sensual voice, to the woman's ears. Hearing the words, combined with the sensual voice, from Caspian, Sara turned red, like a tomato, while, an electric shock, ran through her body, just imagining, that kind of situation, the woman was getting aroused. Caspian noticed Sara's reaction and began to laugh loud enough for the maids to stop working and focus their gaze on them. Sara, clenched her knuckles, at the clear mockery, that Caspian was giving her, at that moment. And without thinking much, she said to him. -Am I not attractive enough in your eyes to go out in one of those? Or are you attracted to those bitches? If so, I become one. These last wor

Too fucking much. "You know, Sasha," I started, my voice calm but sharp, "it's truly sad to see that after all these years, you're still the same bitter, insecure girl from university. You think money and your nasty attitude make you powerful, but they don't. They just make you pitiful." Sasha's smirk faltered for a moment, her eyes narrowing as my words settled into her empty skull. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, newsflash, Annalise, people like you will always be beneath me. Always."

Luciano's arm tightened around her waist, Natalie stepped forward boldly, closing the gap until she was eye-to-eye with Anastasia, her voice low and cutting, laced with unyielding poise. "Oh, Anastasia, bless your heart for the concern. But if 'low class' means fighting for dying children's hearts instead of lounging on daddy's money like a bitter trophy wife, then sign me up. Real class lifts people up—you should try it sometime, instead of slithering around snapping at anyone who outshines your sad little spotlight." She flashed a razor-sharp smile, lifting her own champagne flute in mock toast. "To true friends... and knowing your place."

She bit her lower lips, secretly fangirling over her, “God, I can't. You look so sexy in that suit… Are we like… maybe, going to a five-star restaurant or something?” She smiled slowly, dazzling her, making her heart race, “You’re relentless.” Selena pouted, crossing her arms, “Aw, won’t you give me a hint? A tiny one? I’m dying here!” Cassandra flipped the flasher on, turning right, teasing her, “Mmh, as far as I know… a little bit of patience never killed anyone.”

“The way you stroked the cover…poetic.” I exhaled sharply, torn between wanting to be offended and laughing. “I just like his writing,” I muttered. She hummed, crossing her skinny arms over her chest. “Favorite quote, then?” A large part of me wanted to walk away, but there was something about the challenge in her pure black eyes that taunted me to play along. “It’s enough to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.” Her lips curled. “Fucking Classic.” “You?”

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 , 𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 " - UNKNOWN QOUTES - ZI ARA " 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒉𝒉𝒉, 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 " 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎.

Someone shouted directly at me, voice dripping with mockery, “Hey, Harper! How’s that loose, smelly pussy feeling today? Still wide enough to drive a truck through?” Laughter exploded everywhere—loud, vicious, echoing off the lockers. A group of cheerleaders pointed and cackled, one of them dramatically plugging her nose as if she could smell me from across the hall. Guys high-fived each other, repeating the insults louder and adding their own disgusting twists: “Fish market Harper!” “Loose lips sink ships—and pussies!” “Virgin my ass, she’s probably been gangbanged by the whole senior class!”

she prodded once again, her voice dripping with faux innocence. Summoning a semblance of patience, I offered a sassy smile and replied, "Oh, Rihanna, you're truly relentless, aren't you? It's almost admirable how you manage to transform every casual conversation into a bar-centric inquisition. But I'm afraid today's chapter of 'The Bar Chronicles' is under strict embargo. You'll just have to wait for the memoirs."

“Why does it matter to you? Just one word.” “Selfish!” She muttered, lifting the corners of her mouth. “You should tell me that you’ll be drinking. I should have joined you.” “Yeah, right,” I smiled, walking toward the closet room. “I need to shower.” “About that,” She walked with me and sat on the chair. “Can I borrow this one?” She lifted the black two-piece strappy bikini. “Please…” Her puppy eyes made me laugh. “Y-Yeah!” I stuttered, but I managed to chuckle. “Why would I wear that?”