Bart Has 6 Cool Sayings Novels & Stories

Don't confuse the truth for the judgment Baba thought he didn't hear Mallam Ilaro very well so he cleared his throat before speaking " Ban fahimce ka ba(I don't understand you) Baba said looking at Mallam Ilaro as if he have grown extra horn on his head

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

I went quiet and Bart said nothing for several seconds. “Maybe she's just a mean person who enjoys talking down on others. Making them feel bad.” Bart spoke up suddenly. Surprised, I turned to stare at him. What was he saying? Was Layla really just mean? “But maybe you're her friend too, and she cares about you but she can't help but be who she is sometimes.” He shrugged. “Maybe she doesn't realize she's being mean if it's who she is. Maybe you have to make her understand.”

Ethan had never seen anything like it. Didn’t matter what it was, Bart seemed to do it better than the rest of them. Bart kept telling Ethan that he’d been slacking off since he got to Terres Somnia, which was likely true. Ethan was sure combat training would be a bitch to get back into when he went home in a few weeks. “Shit, Barry, you must have gained 20 pounds since the last time I saw you three months ago, all pure muscle too. Look at you, you’re a fucking beast!”

Bart sat alone in the classy bar, completely speechless and frozen like he had been asked to make a choice between life and death. After thinking for an awfully long time,Bart took out his phone and called Katelyn. "Hey" *Hi Barry* "I told you i didn't like being called Barry" He let out a brief laugh filled with bitterness. *Ok ok I'll stop. What's up?, you aren't the type to call late at night* ".... Katelyn" *Yeah, what's up?* He took in a deep breath before he spoke. "Let's stop hanging out."

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Kenna stifle her laughter. It was at that moment that my patience broke. “If you weren’t so obsessed about what I ate, Leon, maybe you’d actually be able to pass your final exams.” The laughter instantly died down but I didn’t look up. In fact, this place was making me nauseous. “What did you say?” Leon growled, his voice had dropped to a dangerous level. I rose to my feet, “It’s embarrassing. Captain of the Soccer team,” After walking a few steps, I turned back, sending a glare at him. “I can lose weight, but no amount of reading would make you intelligent.”

She looked back at me with a glare. "Yes mum. I understand." I explained. "Good! Now go out there and wait for me" Then I turned around to leave the house. ---------------- "I'm cold!" Barbie said for the third time. "How can you be cold? I turn on the heater because you were complaining. Now it feels like a sauna!" I roll my eyes as I look at my sister who was being ridiculous. "But I'm still cold!" Barbie argued back. "Jesus Christ! Barbie this is summer. How are you cold?" I shouted.

All the Second Caste Elites fell on the ground. "Why are you wasting your breath with me? Do you really think I won't kill you?" Harvey said. The corners of Bart's mouth twitched when he saw just how tyrannical Harvey was. He forced out a smile and said, "Looks like we've all underestimated you. They all used to say that Country H had plenty of hidden talent… I didn't believe it back then, but now I do… But I'm warning you, We…" Slap! Harvey could no longer be bothered to listen to Bart and simply slap him back on the ground again despite him just managing to stand up.

admiring the gaping hole he had created. "I am a white slut for black cock," Karen urgently admitted, "now please slam that big fat black cock up my white shit hole." "Nice," Barbie chuckled at the term 'shit hole'. As she kept rubbing her pussy, she said "yea, that's what you are. Our naughty neighbour fuck toy." "Obviously she's been such a bitch because she doesn't get fucked," George said, as he sat down beside Barbie, having left to take a piss when Karen began dining on pussy.

I asked him point blank. Bart was taken aback by my question; he went silent, his face turning serious. "Tell me honestly..." I urged him, wanting to know if he was hiding secret feelings towards Natasha. Bart coughed a little, clearing his throat. "Um, to be honest, I have a crush on her, but she is beyond my league. Next to you, I am nothing to her," he said sadly. "Oh, sorry to hear that. Did you try courting her? Did you try confessing your feelings towards her?" I continue my interrogation.