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“On a scale of one to bitchy, how hung-over are you?”
― Cora Carmack, Losing It

“Leah" Olivia says quietly, "if you point at me again I'm going to break that manicured finger right off your hand. Now turn around and smile, your daughter is waking up.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Thief

“You'll continue to be a bitch no matter what, but I'm glad you aren't a callous, self-absorbed one.”
― Genna Rulon, Only for You

“Max" Shauna greeted him, her voice a contented purr than she looked at me and her eyes grew cold. "Nina."
"She bitch from hell" I replied, Bitsy's head shot around and she looked at me with wide eyes, her fear had disappears, delighted astonishment in its place while Max grunted his amusement.”
― Kristen Ashley, The Gamble

“Pissy is a nice way to say bitchy, but I'm okay with it.”
― C.J. Ellisson, Just One Taste

“Look, we've all got something to contribute to this discussion. And I think what you should contribute from now on is silence.”
― Chris Barrie as Arnold Rimmer on Red Dwarf

“I listen, and it's Taylor explaining to Martin that she wasn't necessarily trying to get a gap between her thighs, but it's her metabolism, and she didn't even realize that some girls try to get the gap on purpose. Martin nods and scratches his head and looks bored. "She can't help her metabolism, Simon," Abby says. "Apparently not," Taylor may be an undercover, bully-fighting ninja, but she's still kind of awful.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“That’s me, keeping things bitchy from open to close.â€� I turned around and gave him my customer service smile.”
― Katherine McIntyre, By the Sea

“You told me, girlfriend. Will your boyfriend be jealous we're tossing bitchy banter back and forth?”
― Lorelei James, All Jacked Up

“Without warning, a smooth voice spoke next to her ear- a woman's voice with an American accent. "You're nothing but a skinny, awkward child, just as he described. He's visited me since the wedding, you know. He and I have laughed together over your juvenile infatuation with him. You bore him senseless."
Pandora turned and found herself confronted by Mrs. Nola Black. The woman was breathtaking, her features creamy-skinned and flawless, her eyes deep and dark under brows so perfectly groomed and delineated, they looked like thin strips of velvet. Although Mrs. Black was approximately the same height as Pandora, her figure was a remarkable hourglass shape, with a waist so small one could have buckled a cat's collar around it.
"That's nothing but bitchful thinking," Pandora said calmly. "He hasn't visited you, or he would have told me."
Mrs. Black was clearly "picking for a fight," as Winterborne would have put it. "He'll never be faithful to you. Everyone knows you're a peculiar girl who tricked him into marriage. He appreciates novelty, to be sure, but it will wear off, and then he'll send you packing to some remote country house."
Pandora was filled with a confusing mixture of feelings. Jealousy, because this woman had known Gabriel intimately, and had meant something to him... and antagonism, but also a stirring of pity, because there was something wounded in the biting darkness of her eyes. Behind the stunning façade, she was a savagely unhappy woman.
"I'm sure you think that's what I should fear," Pandora said, "but I actually don't worry about that at all. I didn't trick him, by the way." She paused before adding, "I'll admit to being peculiar. But he seems to like that.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“„Was ist eine Schlampe? Eine Frau mit Haltung und Wertmaßstäben eines Mannes”
― Emilia Polo, Pandoras Kuss

“It's funny how, when you really want to say something bitchy and cutting to someone who's been bitchy to you, you can't think of anything till afterwards. When there's no real call for it, you come suddenly out with a piece of 9-carat bitchery that shakes even you.”
― Lynne Reid Banks

“She probably thinks the spiritual path is a new style of pavers available at Bunnings.”
― PJ Mayhem, Call me Kismet

“Diese Wohnung war meine Festung, meine Höhle, mein Rückzugsort, mein Heiligtum â€� die Kathedrale meiner Wünsche, Träume, Sehnsüchte und meines vergessenen Abwaschs.”
― Emilia Polo

“I’m nobody’s bitch.â€� He growled low and threatening.
“But you were mine.â€� Kane cut in deep and matter of fact.”
― Rochelle H. Ragnarok, The Boy with the Koi Tattoo

“Jayne was left an only child after her younger sister committed suicide in adolescence (a tragedy, yes, but one whose psychic statute of limitations might have run out by now - not that you'd get his wife to relinquish the trauma , which seemed to confer the special-protection status of landmark architecture.”
― Lionel Shriver, The Mandibles: A Family, 2029â€�2047

“You don't get the message...

YOU FUCKING SCUM BAG”
― Deyth Banger

“She had a whim of iron - A Little Scandal.”
― Billy Helston

“Mum is very, very good at that particular look.
There is nothing resting about that bitch face.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Goodness," said my mother. "This is a tight fit. If you girls end up keeping these men longer than usual, we'll need to get a bigger table."
I let it go, but Rachel has more energy than me. "Are all relationships just opportunities for home furnishings, Mom?"
Mom shrugged. "Mostly, Rachel. Yours don't usually last long enough for furniture, though, do they?" She smiled at Richard, as if that made up for what she'd just said. "Maybe you're a keeper, though, Dick."
"Or maybe I'm just a dick," he shot back, "but hopefully I'm a keeper.”
― Abbi Waxman, The Garden of Small Beginnings

“That was odd. God sounded kind of annoying. Kind of whiny.”
― Liz Braswell, The Nine Lives of Chloe King

“Kiss ass,”
― Liz Braswell, The Nine Lives of Chloe King

“Bran tells me that you wish to find the nexus not for science, but so you may put your faerie lover back on his throne. It is the height of stupidity to involve yourself in their politics. You will thank me one day."
I stared at her in dumbfounded agitation. This was not how it was supposed to go. I had imagined Eichorn and de Grey full of gratitude for our assistance and eager to help in our search for the nexus. Not condescending, dismissive, and--- well, bloody rude.
To my surprise, it was Rose who came to my defense. "Our reasons for seeking the nexus are beside the point. A promise was made, and we have the means to see it is kept."
"Do you?" De Grey cast a cool look in Wendell's direction where he lay by the fire, little more than a lumpy collection of blankets and a tuft of gold hair. "This faerie king, as Bran has termed him, does not seem to be made of strong stuff."
"He pulled you both out of Faerie, you ingrate," I snapped. "Not to mention out of time. If you do not help us, I will see to it that he throws you into a realm far more unpleasant than the one you have left behind, with a populace decidedly less well mannered than the fauns."
A little silence followed this.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Since you're not enjoying yourself, perhaps you and Ms. Salazar would like to leave?"
"That's probably wise." Kieran was glaring at me, and I said to Nicole, "In-N-Out sound good to you? I'm starving."
Bull's-eye. Kieran opened his mouth, but Mrs. Hutton clamped her hand onto his forearm.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“Her voice was as delicate as the rest of her, but I remembered something important from the fantasy novels I'd loved to read as a teenager. Fairy queens weren't always friendly. They could be real bitches, if they thought someone was a threat to their kingdom.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“You should listen to your assistant. She clearly understands about fattening foods."
Her tone is not kind. And I'm done being polite. Or quiet.
I turn to North, who is sprawled back in his chair, blue eyes alight with undisguised anticipation. An ally I desperately need. "Tell me something..."
"Anything, babe."
I kind of love him just then. Because I know, I know, he's calling me babe to irritate Macon. It's in his eyes and the way his mouth twists to hold back laughter.
"Do agents in this town take Cliché Bitch 101 classes around here?"
A muscle in his lower jaw twitches while Karen huffs out a sound of annoyance.
"Pretty sure they offer a special discount at UCLA."
We both grin.
"All right," Macon cuts in. "That's enough."
I shoot him a look. Tell that to Ms. Sunset Boulevard.
And he returns one of his own. Behave.
Make. Me.
His answering grin is crafty. "Later."
"Later for what?" Karen demands in a snit.
"To perform my other services." I dab the corner of my mouth. Because fuck her.
Macon chokes on a sip of his water. North, however, just laughs, a big booming sound.
"I like her," he says to a glowering Macon.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy