Ah Bullshit Novels & Stories

Is it more worse than AIDS? When the pressure rises beyond my control I fired “Fuck you bitch” “Fuck you old cunt” “you shitty bastard.” “Mr bald head don't you touch me” “leave me the fuck alone” “get your scrawny hands of me,” I couldn't help it; my fleeting thoughts were tormentors, a torture I couldn't escape.

"Brian, what the fuck man? Why аrе уоu calling me so mаnу tіmеѕ?" "Dude, what's wrоng wіth you? Yоu dоn't аnѕwеr, I hаvеn't ѕееn уоu, аnd уоur раrеntѕ ѕау уоu аrе dеаthlу іll. Whаt thе fuсk?" "Juѕt ѕісk mаn." "Bullѕhіt. What's wrоng?"

“Shut the hell up. I am tired of you playing games with me. I am tired of you using me. First, you apologize, and then you say you miss me, and then you confess your undying love for me. What kind of sick joke is this?” “It’s not a joke,” he said firmly. “And I do love you. Always have.” He reached for her, but she stepped back. “No, you don’t. You didn’t when I was an outcast. You love me now because I’ve changed, and because it helps your image.” “That’s bullshit!” he yelled. “It’s not always about popularity!”

“My face is so precious and literally perfect, and I made sure it stays that way. I don't know how you can be so careless as to give yours a mark.” “Sometimes I wonder if you're my twin with how dumb you are. I never get scolded by mom, not ever! But you…” she chuckles, “every day you make mom wish she gave you up for adoption!” She was full-on laughing at this point. I grind my teeth, “Are you boasting? Happy that our mother hates me?” “You're the one who doesn't know how to behave and makes everyone the villain. You should reflect on yourself more.” Tasha got up and walked to the door. “I've known about this marriage for months now, and I've spent time with the three of them… they honestly

"Nathaniel, wait-" The man, with a deep frown on his face, stopped in front of Gabriel, grabbed the handles of the chair firmly, and said, "You almost ruined us. You kept innocent girls captive. You shot Amir. Sebastian died because of you. Even our rival, died because of your selfishness but what? You are sorry that you are not sorry? What kind of bullshit is that?" he bellowed. "What kind of explanation are you trying to give? Can't you even lie and say that you are sorry? Fake some tears, act some drama, lie, or whatever! Just say that you are sorry."

“It's... I don't... I...” “Honey, we talked about this. Think about your words carefully before you speak.” “I don't know if I like him like that.” “Quick question. Can you die from constipation?” “No, why?” “Because I'm worried about how full of shit you are.” “Ok, ouch. But I don't and who's to say that he sees me as more than just a friend?” “I'm sorry, but what language are you speaking? It sounds like bullshit.” “But...”

Rich people's alcohol just does so much damage after it makes you feel good. "Sounds like a bitch," "Oh trust me, A bitch barks, This one stings."

"You shameless b*itch! You sl*t! You seduce men and destroy other people's relationships. Go to hell!" "You are so despicable and shameless! Do you think that if you dress like her and destroy others' relationships, you'd be happy? Women like you should be locked up in a pig's cage and be fried in hot oil! You f*cking b*tch!" "Are you blind? How could you have fallen for a sl*t like her? She's a b*tch who's an expert in acting! Didn't you like Scarlett? Look clearly, she's not Scarlett! She's a fake sl*t! Don't be swayed by her, she's a f*cking b*tch, she'll ruin your family! Women like her should just die!"

“You bastard, do you not know who One is?” “What the f*ck, One my a*s, how dare you call me a bastard? Which sh*thole did you even come out from, you old bastard? How is your mouth so dirty?” “Buzz off! You’re asking me to let him go, yet you’re still acting so arrogant? Where’s your damn brain? And is this little pest your grandchild, you old fart? If so, then grovel before me. If I’m satisfied, I might just keep his body intact.”

): Did you just call me a b*tch? Olivia: Oh my god, I was just saying b*tchy attitude. I was joking you are not a b*tch I’m a brat but I wouldn't call a mob boss a b*tch I swear you are not a b*tch I mean I don't think you are, but I don't know you so far all I know you may be a b*tch but you wouldn't hear it from me * * * * * * * * * * Chaos breaks down in the gang when Adam informs the team that he heard Asher laugh in his room.