Best 67 quotes in «bad boy quotes» category

Trust-fund baby. Jet setter. Poshly accented mechanic. She hadn’t quite figured him out.

Why don't you wear those tiny shorts when you run, like they do in the movies?" His voice was low and sexy, and he knew it. "Because I'm not in a movie. I know it's confusing, since you obviously live 'The Saxon Show' day and night, but some of us want to live a boring, old, normal high school life, you know?

Well?” he asked, smiling devilishly. “I promise, I won’t hurt you, Nikki. In fact, I imagine you’ll enjoy my company, tremendously.” I let out a ragged sigh and nodded. He stared at my mouth. “I’d like to hear you say it.” I cleared my throat. “Come in, Ethan.

What a dreadful thought," Gansey observed suddenly. "Ronan among this crowd." For a fleeting moment, Adam could imagine it: the brocade curtains in decaying flames, the decorated consorts screaming from beneath the harpsichord, Ronan standing among it all saying Fuck Washington.

Bad Boys II has knocked everyone's socks off.

Advertising has always been the Peck's Bad Boy of American business urging us to buy things we probably don't need and often can't afford.

You astound me, Ava. I’ve never met a girl who would order what you just did in front of a guy.” “You mean lunch?

You can love someone, hell, you can love a lot of someones, but when you find the right person--the one that you're meant to be with--it's like..." "You can breathe for the first time," she finishes for me. "Yes." I cant help but smile.I needed to find that to understand." And you have," She says softly."Lucy." "Lucy," I agree.

You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong. All the way down…" Rafe St. Sebastian

For some unknown reason, bad-boys draw you in despite the fact that they are jerks.

Bad Boy Entertainment did not shoot anybody. I didn't shoot anybody.

Bad boyfriends don't disguise themselves; their girlfriends do it for them.

HB-Shizzle's gonna be honest with ya, okay. To hit these bad boys, you have to have pinpoint accuracy.

I am a bit of a bad boy. I have tattoos and I mess around. That's part of my image, so it's cool.

I guess I was a bad boy... Yes, yes, I've had lots of women in my life.

Hey ma, your bad boy did good!

I am neither a Bengali nor am I from Delhi's St Stephen's. I am an Allahabad boy.

I keep the bad-boy image just to make my fans happy.

I like the term 'misunderstood.' But I am a bit of a bad boy.

It's hard to resist a bad boy who's a good man.

My son, George, has been a bad, bad boy! Right, George?

I heard that women are attracted to bad boys, so every once in a while, I throw a recyclable into the regular garbage.

Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.

I heard someone's playing hooky,' Zach told me. He smiled. Standing there, it felt almost like nothing bad had ever happened- or would ever happen again 'There's a boy in my life,' I told him. 'He's a very bad influence.' Then Zach nodded. 'Bad boys have a way of doing that. But they're worth it.

Maybe with "Californication" the character was partly based on Rick Moody. I read him and Jay McInerney, the templates for this bad boy novelist.

Women are my biggest defenders. It's that bad-boy syndrome. Now girls chase me.

Narcissus turned and scowled at Leo. “Who are you?” “I’m the Super-sized McShizzle, man!” Leo said. “I’m Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.

Women like bad boys…Being a good boy never worked for me.

The bad-boy label is just an assumption.

What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.

You can't be a bad boy without somebody scolding you.

Adrian was complicated and completely emotionally detached, but there was something about him, a sort of quality that could not be defined. He was sweet without even realising it. That was why his ex-girlfriends were always so outraged when they found out he was a cheater.

All these boys were lethal. It really wasn't fair.

El chico malo será siempre malo, el mujeriego y frío chico no está esperando a una dulce dama que le brinde calor a su corazón; el bad boy será siempre igual. El amor nos cambia, pero nos cambia cuando queremos ser cambiados

Beauty like hers had no place in his life.

Can you believe how ridiculous they are? The girls here are shameless," America said. Finch shook his head in awe. "It's Travis. I think it's the bad-boy thing. They either want to save him, or think they're immune to his wicked ways. I'm not sure which.

Did you get a secret thrill out of sitting across from me, eating a civilized dinner while pretending not to know you were teasing my cock?" Rate St. Sebastian

Don't waste a thought on any of the eligible suitors you've found for me, dear ma'am! There is more of mama in me than you have the least idea of, and the only eligible husband for me is a rake!

Do you know who I am?” she asks. “I do, Anastasia." “Where are you taking me?” she finally asks, an uneasy edge to her voice. “Somewhere safe." “Am I safe with you?” The question sends a shiver through my body of desire mixed with intrigue. The way she puts her questions is strange. She seems to be angling for something that I can’t put my finger on. “We’ll see.

A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [ introduction of character Montparnasse ]

Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further. He kissed her.

Her restlessness disappeared and in its place stood the best diversion possible—a smoking-hot bad boy.

Her thoughts were in turmoil. He was telling her to be careful? But it was too late. She had just met her dear-departed mother’s worst nightmare—an unsuitable man.

He was tall, dark and handsome, the complete trifecta. His unique grey eyes and his tousled dark brown hair, made him look like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel.

Hey. Do you want a cracker?" a velvet voice asked me. I didn't look up, I wasn't sure if he was even talking to me. Why would an attractive senior be talking to me? "Hey, I'm talking to you," he said, a chuckle in his voice. I slowly lifted my head peering at him from under my long lashes. His dark brown hair swept across his forehead, and his deep blue eyes made me gasp. He wore the ultimate laid back style, a white t-shirt and jeans. All he needed was a black leather jacket, and he would be the bad boy from my book. The smile on his face was breathtaking and I found myself unable to speak.

I must have appeared like a real bad boy in Christy's eyes. Well, at least a bad boy by home and away standards.

How old are you?” “Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.

I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild side with me.

I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Be ready," he said. “I’ll have something special planned.” "I thought you didn’t make plans.” "You’re an exception to my rules, Monica Campbell.

I want you to give me a chance.” “A chance at what?” Shifting so that he could press his forehead to hers, he said one word. “You.” Her breath caught. “Sean,” she breathed. “Because you’ve got me,” he said. “All of me.