You Are A Badass Novels & Stories

My flirting skills are subpar and I can only hope the consistent fluttering of my lashes while I look at him from underneath them, catches his attention enough for him to ask for my number later. Cassidy’s crash course on boys 101 taught me that boys like shy girls and I’m aiming for that look even when I am anything but that. I know I said no boys this summer but after last night with mum, I’m suddenly feeling a little rebellious. And what better way to rebel than with boys? Again, that’s another thing I pulled out of Cassidy’s lessons on boys which is ironic because we both have little to no experience in that department. At least, real life ones.

Plus, it’s impossible to make a dramatic entrance when nobody is around to see it. We step out of the uber and I quickly pull out my phone to give him a good rating and add a tip. I turn to the girls and say, “Alright, remember ladies, we are confident, badass bitches who don’t give a fuck what anybody else thinks. Also, no matter how awesome this party is, we do not comment on it. We act like we’re above the whole thing, got it?”

I’ve been described with a lot of unpleasant and derogatory descriptions all my life because of just doing something I wanted to do. Horrible, nasty, filthy, awful, terrible, dick, weak, scumbag, dirtbag, stinkpot, and douche bag and almost every negative adjective Merriam-Webster could think of. People got to say what they got to say and for me, it’s not that bad when you feel that you’re the good guy and the rest is just being a villain charged with the hunger to destroy you. I think that way. I’m a fucking legend.

He doesn't scare me. His lips form a sexy grin that almost steals my breath and I can't let it pass. "You should try that more often. It doesn't change your badassery in the slightest." "Badassery?" he asks gruffly. He thinks he's so... all that. What's really strange is that I have the same feeling about myself. It's not just my physical appearance that's changed, or at least what changes when I shift. This is mental too. I'm unafraid. I want to draw blood and I want to show King up. I haven't tripped over my own feet in days and I love the new confidence I feel. "Yeah," I tell King and add the grin I've been holding back. "Look up badassery in the Conan the Barbarian dictionary and you'll

I don't know her well enough to know what lies behind her grimaces and smiles and airs of a girl who doesn't care. "You're badass," she finally says with a laugh that sounds real, that sounds free, that sounds like a laugh she hasn't let out often in her life. "You're really badass. I thought you were just a rich girl who got lucky. But actually, you've got guts. You've got nerve. You've got that thing you don't learn in school. That thing you have when you've suffered, when you've gotten back up, when you've proven to the world you're worth something. And me—I'd really like to learn that. I'd like to be like you. I'd like to stop being afraid. Stop doubting. Stop asking myself every morning

I commented. “You look badass. You’re going to give everyone a heart attack.” She joked. “If they do get a heart attack, I’ll be very glad. I am rebelling after all.”

We left the area and surely tomorrow will be another day of GREAT news. I am Quinn Amethyst Barclay, a Filipina, twenty and I’m… THE BADASS. First of all, I hate guys second, guys are a freak third, guys are the same. I mean, what’s new with that? Guys are guys and they are cheaters as f*ck! The reason why I became such a hater of guys and romance is because of my dad. He left us when I was fifteen, so basically, I already have senses and I understand what’s happening around me and with my family.

His mind flickered to the sight of Luna in baggy trousers. "And even more beautiful. You don't need to advertise your body to proclaim your beauty. Dress normal, not for me but for yourself. You can keep your gowns but dress more free, not caged up in suffocating clothing just to look pretty. Appreciate your body, appreciate yourself. You're beautiful, Rosetta."

HAYLEE ~<>~ “What a badass Queen you will make.” Liya beamed with pride as I walked away from the scene. It felt so damn good to take charge like that, but I have come to realize that I was a power junkie. I easily get drunk on power, and I have to make a mental note to always be on the safe side.

Shouldn't you have made me the cool girl who doesn’t bow in front of anything? Author: Okay, okay. Don’t cry. But, I’m really not at fault. How will I accumulate money if I don’t put a little fluff…? As long as there is money, inspiration will flow. Okay, I have an idea. Layer on, we will make him suffer. How is that? Don’t worry, you can ask him to massage you. Anything you want will be done. Settled, right?*phone rings* “Heh… he is calling”