Novel & Cerita Another Word For Despicable

"It's not that you're foolish, it's that men are just despicable." Her words left me silent for a long time. With a strained voice, I said, "I want to try again."

I didn’t want to. ‘Using the word pathetic for you, is an insult to that word.’

For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Then he almost laughed. Everything about the question was amusing, from the person who asked it to the way it was asked. But the most amusing thing was the word ‘like’. It echoed through his head. He looked down at the polished table, his reflection staring back at him. He felt like he owed an apology to his true feelings for allowing Owen to use the word ‘like’. ‘Like’ was the least of the words to use; like was demeaning, like was litotes - the understatement of the century.

"Everyone, look at this supposedly talented musician, Noah, who's nothing but a despicable pervert!" "You uncivilized woman!" "You pervert!"

He emphasized, “She was thinking that and a lot more. Would you like to hear a list of derogatory names that she was probably cursing at you?” Leaning my elbows on the desk, I settled my forehead on interlocked fingers as the guilt piled on me. “I’ll fix things after we bring Vaheed home.” Too late. He was already vocalizing the list in his head. “Douchbag. Asshole. Prick. Motherfucker……” “Enough Devin. I get the picture.” Those words hurt when I imagined my sweet mate thinking that shallow of me. “Dipshit, scumbag, dickhead, jerk face……”

“What’s your problem, commoner?” Kilvic heard the tone in which he’d said the last word. His grandmother in one of her lessons on human interaction had taught him to look for such tones. It was regarded to infuse disgust in whatever word it was applied to; to turn it into an insult and invoke inferiority in its target. Nevertheless, Kilvic couldn’t see how the word ‘commoner’ was an insult. “Unhand me, you peasant,” the boy hissed, going a step further. This was the insult Kilvic could tell. Calling one by a station obviously below one’s own was inaccurate and disrespectful. Even greater demons took insult at such insinuations, and they weren’t intelligent enough to know enough.

I knew that I had seen through her, and that she was no match for me. I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're one to talk, Veronica," I said, my voice dripping with contempt. "You're the one who stole your best friend's husband, only to be abandoned yourself. You're the one who has no qualms about using people for your own gain. You're the truly despicable one, Veronica."

Through the bond, that same cold emptiness was coming from Zaliver. “You know, that might be the first name that isn’t insulting. I’ve been called much worse—monster, killer, an abomination, and many more. Those are just the ones on the top of my head, but I have to say that’s the one that’s stuck,” he spoke with a large smile on his face, making his words all the worse.

"My mouth is for sucking cock." "My mouth is for sucking cock!" I gasped, yearning as I said it to be allowed to suck him, and leaning in for another long, slurping caress with my tongue. "My ass is for men to fuck." "My ass is for men to fuck." And I knew that every man in the room was looking at my bare ass as I knelt at Kirios' feet. "I'm a submissive little bitch." That one made me tingle all over with delicious pleasure. Bitch. Little submissive bitch. It was so humiliating, so disempowering. That word took away all my dignity as a man, and reduced me to a cock-sucking slave, submitting myself completely to men's pleasure.

“I am not going to bow down at you, Lowell.” I pointed my finger towards him, gazing at him with disapproval. “You’re nothing but a despicable werewolf who has done nothing but harm in this land.” I said sternly. “I won’t stand for your cruelty anymore, you devil! What you have done is inexcusable and must be put to an end immediately!” My voice was full of authority as I uttered these words.