Bless Your Heart Meaning Insult Novels & Stories

Graciousness! He shook his head. "No, it's a compliment. And one more thing," I glared at him, expecting him to say insulting words. Oh, come on! Is that hyperbole? Am I just exaggerating that I just found him insulting me not praising me? I waited for him to continue but I was caught off guard as he walked and stopped in front of me. He rose his hand and caressed my cheek. The jolt of electricity flowed in my skin and I felt goosebumps. "You're so beautiful," he whispered huskily.

You hate this soft lovey dovey thing don't you love? Love... love Firealarms started to beep in my heart and brain No danger zone back away This word itself was bomb... My heart immediately started its dance I glared at him with as much hate I can mustered right now " Don't you dare call me that . I will deform your face with my nails" But he frowned at my high pitched words . Oh remember he's sick I'm only letting you go because you're weak right now otherwise you won't be so safe in this bed

He said as he sighed, his eyes still on her. "These days the word sorry is so meaningless and overused. Saying sorry doesn't fix the heartbreak you have caused, the added fear and worry to someone, sorry is just a word. To say sorry to me would be like covering a bullet hole with a band-aid, breaking me again yet expecting everything to be fixed.

he said, but something told me the meaning was deeper than he let on. “So you’re casually calling me stupid, I’m wounded,” I said dramatically. “It’s not stupidity, it’s just your habit of putting heart over mind.” “You’re here too, does that make us both fools?” “Yes, it does. Fools for love.” “Then I don’t mind being one.” ~

To a prideful woman like Heather, his words poked her heart like a needle. “Don’t do things that will make me look down on you, then. From the surface, you seem to be bursting with confidence, but you are, in fact, a pathetic worm with an inferiority complex.” Yet again, he used the term ‘pathetic worm’ to describe her, an insult that hurt her deeply.

she said forlornly, obviously feeling hurt and I felt like a bum. I said softly, "I know you're not dumb, Gem. You're incredibly smart and beautiful. You're nowhere close to being dumb and I'm sorry I laughed at you. I didn't mean it." "Why do people say certain things or act in a particular way when they don't mean it?" Her innocuous question was like a knife slicing through my heart.

Her statement was flawless because she was well aware of the word ‘trust’ and its values. Even after hearing so much, Hazel did not lose her temper, but Gabriella went blind in anger and spoke badly of her. Just two things burned her heart and stifled her pride. If looked inside both at the same time, then Gabriella had more wounds inside. Her heart was burning, whereas Hazel was wiser, not wishing to spill out the nonsense in anger. On one hand, Gabriella was hurt because of anger, Hazel was hurt due to disappointment. What caused more trouble? A raging heart is more than a weeping heart.

he said as he picked the heart background 3 2 1 I was shocked when he kissed my cheek " hey, that's for?" I pinched his elbow " That was for all the sadness that I caused you," he said while browsing and picking the other background " here I want this one" he picked an old background, it looks like a vintage background that suits our clothes right now 3 2 1 He was shocked when I kissed his cheek too " and that's for?" " that's for the US" I simply answered him " hey look it went out perfectly" I added

he asserted kindly, causing my brow to crease. “So you didn't bring me here to fuck me?” I blurted and he hissed. “I would make love to you, not fuck. Fucking is an act void of deep emotions and done for simple pleasure only,” he growled as if deeply insulted. I lowered my eyes from his intense ones, but he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips possessively against my own, causing my eyes to widen.

"Sorry, I'm late. I was..." She disengaged the hug and stared at my face directly. "You are always late, Ms. Roselle —" She uttered, her smile was wider than it was before we hugged and it was softer too. "—I guess you must be very busy but the tried your best in visiting." I don't know if she's trying to be understanding or her words were meant to pierce me when she said, “you are always late”, but I find it hurting. She dared say such words to my face with out thinking it through? That's not a compliment, even if she does not mean to much to it, I'm still taking it to heart. I don’t forgive such insolence, not that easily but I have no choice than playing along.