76 Novel(s) Related To German Swear Words

"Sag was, wie kann ich dich verstehen und welche Sprache sprechen wir? (say what how can i understand you and what language are we speaking?)" "Wir sprechen Deutsch, Tochter (we are speaking german daughter)." "Deutsch Deutsch, wie was warum? (German German how what why?)" Ja, Tochter, ich kann sehr gut Deutsch und anscheinend lernst du es schnell. (Yes, daughter, I know German very well and apparently you are learning it quickly.) "Nun, jeder sagt, ich sei etwas Besonderes. Aber wie besonders, weiß ich nicht. ( Well everyone is saying I am special. But how special I do not know.)"

"I don't know, X. It seems prudent to drop the L-bomb before we share closet space and argue over sofa patterns." Struck stupid, he tried to grasp a tangible thread on how he felt about that. Instead, his brain detached from his mouth. "I don't care what fabric you pick out." A cat-like rumble shot past her clenched teeth and she fisted her hands. If it hadn't been so adorable, he might've been worried. "Frustrierender Mann. Frustrating, frustrating man." German. Not a bad sign. Angry was better than... Then again, she used it when scared, too.

For all I know he could've called me a slut or bitch. "What the hell did you call me?" I hiss in a whisper. "Look it up, chaton," he smirks and pulls away. "Your new name is Arschloch," I whisper and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. So what if he doesn't know that I just called him an asshole in German. If I don't know what he called me in French, he doesn't get to know what I called him in German. "Just drink your damn beer," he snaps, of course his head is turned so people can only see the back of it. I lift up my beer towards him before I take a long drink. I may need this today, what a great conversation after who knows how long.

"So eine sture Frau" "Huh?" "Goodbye love." He answers instead. Hissing, I make my way out of his room and slid back into mine. Gently, I fish out my phone and struggle to use voice recognition to pronounce the words, eager to know what they meant. It didn't work. "Stupid fucker." I swore before putting it away. -"So eine sture Frau" (Such a stubborn woman) ** THURSDAY 19/60 "OUTSIDE." He's starting with the weird threads again.

Was there even a word to describe it? "Lena...fuck, Lena," he growled deeply, his words devolving to old German swears as his cock swelled even further in her mouth. The pull on her hair and the push of his hips grew more frantic, greedy, and imprecise, and Lena struggled to time her breaths accordingly.

fuck I'm really happy for you. I smiled, "you're the best..." 'okay let me not keep you from telling daddy good news..' She then tried to create a heart with both her fingers. I laughed, "fuuuuck baby that doesn't look like a heart.. it looks like a potato..." She laughed, 'fuck you... this is a real heart.. so fuck you really...' I giggled, "I love you baby.. so so much..." 'ich liebe dich' (I love you) I blushed, "you have to teach me german next time..."

I hope to never see him again. Yer here I was making all kinds of noise ranging from scoffing to swearing with every paragraph I read, each word burning into my brain with the idiocracy of this pack. According to the LONG ass list of rules neatly outlined , swearing from females was one of the big no no's here and was a punishable offensive. I can have a filthy mouth even at the best of times and this is going to be tough on me to hold back. My mom would have kicked my ass if she heard some of the shit that came out of my mouth since I left for college, my vocabulary includes words in English and Spanish that would make a sailor's ears burn. I can easily lose it when I'm pissed and this place is going to piss me off a lot , there is no way to avoid that. I'm going to be biting my tongue so much that there won't be any left by the time I run out of this slice of hell on earth.

He retorts, smirking. I give him the middle finger. "Αντε γαμισου,” I smirk back, making him laugh. “Just because you know how to say ‘fuck you’ doesn’t mean you know the language. Swear words don’t count, although I’m impressed by your accent.” He grins at me and carries on eating.

Simultaneously, Hans, Klaus, Karl, and Gunther also emerge from different points in the forest, all aiming at my attacker's back. Wolfgang speaks in German, his voice cold, calculating, threatening, as he aims at the man's head. I can't read his mind, but in his eyes, I see how much he struggles not to kill him immediately. For the first time, I'm curious to know why he doesn't shoot him right away. The man curses in German, a word I understand because I've heard one of the kitchen women say it when she's angry. Then he drops his weapon to the ground.

’ Her eyes went wide as he made it very clear what he was talking about, and she squeaked in surprise as his hard cock pressed against her core. ‘What the fuck! Let her go, you fucking animal.’ He slammed the tray down on the table and ripped Mervon off the other man's lap, barely containing his fury. ‘Don’t fucking touch her, that goes for all of you. Keep your filthy hands away from her. Do you understand me?’ They looked at him in shock; none of them could ever remember seeing the mild-mannered German so enraged. ‘Hey, man, chill the fuck out, it was just a bit of harmless flirting. I never meant to upset anyone .’

he cried out. “Bastard !” I screamed fanatically. “What the hell, Zara ?” he asked while visibly panicking. I was suddenly in front of him as I teleported myself and crouched down on one knee to look him straight into his eyes. “Dumb jerk. Asshole,” I slowly started uttering curses in a steady rhythm. “Dick wad. Nincompoop. Bloody dog. Root of my misery. Fucking ass head. Bull’s fucking shit. Crap Bin. Motherfucker. Jackass. Stupid Pig. Pain of my soul. FUCK YOU !!!!!” I screamed every fucking foul word that I could think of at the moment.

Gritted teeth and her hand quickly turned into a fist, a loud curse echoed inside Klauss's office that can be heard from the outside. "I fucking hate you, Klauss Michaelis!"

It’s maybe about time I start reading pregnancy books. “Jesus, baby, could you be anymore goddamn adorable? God, I love you so much.” He laughs in the deep husky way that he does; a little sensual but overall infectious. Jake can be irresistibly cute when he’s in complete natural and relaxed mode. It sounds good to listen to him laugh this way. It sounds even better hearing him trying to curb his swearing. I felt like a broken record chastising him every time he swore; now his chatter is filled with goddamn instead of fuck. I guess he must’ve realized that he doesn’t want our child’s first words to be fuck or fucking after all.

"Shut up!" The brown-haired man was aghast when he heard the swear words from the opposite sex. He was increasingly watching his wife closely. "I hate you, son of a bitch! You always interfere with my life. Go fuck yourself! Do not try to appear again in front of me, bastard! Because I will never forgive you!"

he murmured. I swallowed as my eyes fell to his chest, and down to his pants where his bulge pushed against them. “You haven’t… You haven’t told me the safe word.” His eyes flashed for a second, and then— “Käfig.” His tongue rolled around the German word deliciously. My brows furrowed. “Kay-fish?” Alaric let out an amused breath, scraping his teeth across his bottom lip like he was trying so hard not to laugh. “Sure.”

Caleb. Another jerk, this one harder, caused me to turn. I gave him Lulu’s ice princess eyes. “When are we going to fuck?” he whispered, completely ignoring my killer glare. “Never, vaffanculo,” I said, adding the “fuck off” in Italian because I was far past agitated. I hated using that word and now had to admit it in confession. I internally groaned at all the Hail Marys I would receive. Even saying it in Italian would land me in trouble and I’d said it in English Friday night so that trouble was multiplied.

She teased and tormented them enjoying her new power but Trina could handle herself when two of them got too close and started trying to manoeuvre her into a corner she moved away, they followed her and she looked into their eyes, ‘Geh weg von mir oder ich schreie verdammte Vergewaltigung.’ [Get away from me or I’ll scream fucking rape.] She said in perfect German, they had thought because she was English they could take advantage of her drunken state, ‘Vergewaltigung? Sei nicht dumm, kleines Mädchen, wenn wir dich vergewaltigen wollten, würden wir es tun und es gäbe nicht das Geringste, was du dagegen tun könntest.’ [Rape? Don’t be silly little girl, if we wanted to rape you we would and there would not be a single thing you could do about it.]

I wasn't going to let him get away that easily. I strolled towards him as quickly as I could and slammed into the goth poser. He landed on the ground with so much force that his rancid breath hit me full in the face as it rushed out of him. I growled low and long into his face, letting him hear the frustration and anger he had caused to well up inside of me. I wanted him to know this was his fault, all his fault. He was going to die now, and it was entirely his fault. "Get off of me, you abomination." His thickly accented voice wavered as he tried to sound confident and sure of himself. "Ger aus of mir." His perfectly crafted English was slipping, letting German mix with it. 'Get off of me, the mixed words said.

He required causing me to burst into another round of laughter. I playfully smack him by the arm. "There is no such thing as that. You say Fuck a couple of times, isn't that a language of the thugs as you put it?" I wriggled my brows at him. "Fuck is a swear word and as a lady, it is forbidden for you to say that" "Why?" I demanded as my eyes narrowed at him. "It is unfit for a lady. A lady should never swear" He answered without heat. "You bloody—"

he cried out. “Bastard !” I screamed fanatically. “What the hell, Zara ?” he asked while visibly panicking. I was suddenly in front of him as I teleported myself and crouched down on one knee to look him straight into his eyes. “Dumb jerk. Asshole,” I slowly started uttering curses in a steady rhythm. “Dick wad. Nincompoop. Bloody dog. Root of my misery. Fucking ass head. Bull’s fucking shit. Crap Bin. Motherfucker. Jackass. Stupid Pig. Pain of my soul. FUCK YOU !!!!!” I screamed every fucking foul word that I could think of at the moment.