Ah Bullshit Novels & Stories

“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.

"Bullshit! Dammit!" Matt began yelling in hatred and anger, cussing in desperation over what was happening. "Fucking shit! Utter crap! What the fucking hell is happening?!" He is actually taken aback by how fast and easily their enemies have found them, and he demands to know who may have had a hand in this.

🎶 I said I'm okay but, I guess I'm a liar 🎶 FAKING IT - CALVIN HARRIS FT KEHLANI $ LIL YACHTY I woke on a Monday morning feeling quite tired, And in my usual mood. Hurt. In between my legs hurt and I did not need anyone telling me the reason why. So for today, I have a constant reminder of how much worth my life is to people. Which is of course, worthless.

and she called me God is she trying to say I made her too? "BULLSHIT !!!!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he gripped his head. "this is all bullshit I can't believe this no way the world has ended no way that-" *whack* he's hit from behind and falls on the floor and starts losing conciousness. ' this is all bullshit I refused to believe this ,I refuse ' these where his last thoughts before passing out. "let's take him to the hideout Jade". "sure this black"

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”

,yes ask the tough questions now. "I messed up, I shouldn't have done that",I call bullshit people. "what about shooting Dean and almost killing him?",she blubbers and wipes tears. "it was an accident I swear I never meant to hurt him",I raised the bullshit flag. "you even hit the minors for crying was that Alexis's fault as well?",she sniffles this bitch is fake. "I was out of my mind over Dean",she cried more and I gagged. I call bullshit. It is all bullshit.

“Yes! I just hung up with Tess. I was dialing you next.” A smile tugged at Olivia’s mouth. “That’s slightly terrifying. Are you both psychic now?” “Please. If I were psychic, I’d have bought Bitcoin in 2012,” Isabella shot back. “Are you okay?” Olivia hesitated. The simple question nearly undid her, “I’m… fine,” she lied, staring at the blank television screen opposite her. “Just tired.” Isabella hummed thoughtfully — the kind of hum that said she didn’t believe that for a second. “Good. Then this is perfect timing.”

Just fuck my life. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Do you think that matters to him? Do you think he cares what you like or don’t like? He will take what he wants, baba. And what he wants… is me.” The weight of her words sank heavy in the air. Her parents exchanged worried glances. Timtim’s fists shook at her sides. She wanted to scream louder, to tear her hair, to somehow shake them into seeing the truth. “He told me…” Her voice dropped to a whisper, hoarse and broken. “He told me if I don’t convince you… he will be ruthless. With me. With you. With Bhaiya .” Her mother gasped, covering her mouth. “what?”