Cringe Quotes Novels & Stories

Hee haa ! “Black shit out of my ass,” I smirked and my smirk widened when I got the reaction that I was hoping for out of him. “Eww. You are so crapping gross, Ms McCoy Grumbling Pants,” he said before scrunching his face in that of pure disgust. “Less than you, B*tch Queen,” I smiled innocently and fluttered my eyelashes before taking out my own book for advanced learning. Nerd Alert No. 2 ? Haha.

“Holy moly!” “What a lucky jerk!” “Hey! Watch your mouth, dude!” “No freaking way! I’m going to inform Ciara!” “She’ll freak out.” “Of course she will!” “Should we celebrate?” “Celebrate your ass! What are we? Your audience?” “Yes.” “You motherfucker!” “We don’t want to witness how lovey-Dovey you are with Annalise. That’s cringe!” “You’re just jealous because I got a girlfriend like her.” “Huh?! Wait for me to get a girlfriend!”

To what extent does he want to be audacious? Please, God, just bring back to me the Caesar from ten years ago—that Caesar who is neither cringy nor shameless. "You should ask the Lord first to help me unlove you since the reason I am being this cringy and shameless is because I fell for you." Caesar said, which surprised me. Did I utter those words out loud unconsciously?

I understand how she felt. In the history of cringe, I had never cringed so much in my life, steel rod clamped in warm hole? "Don't you want me to gobble your kitten I bet it will taste like fresh tomato juice?" It was my turn to cry. I felt worms crawl within me, not thunderbolts or sparks. I felt worms at his words. Drops of tears rolled down my cheeks as I cringed internally, the fact that he tried to make his voice huskier was worse.

Dear lord, I think I’m ready to die. Before I could get into the elevator, I could already hear people talking. “Cheap” “Slut” “Desperate” “She isn’t even that good-looking." Each word was breaking me down, eating me alive. One woman found her moment of grace to gain a few seconds of popularity; “Guess Fancy Nancy found a way to get promoted on promo." The laughter that followed was inhuman, like a pack of wolves circling a scared deer.

but suddenly it crashed out of my mouth, “Fuck man! fuck this shit!” The guy paused and his face became redder. “Did you just say fuck man?” Seeing the veins popping out of his forehead and neck, I lost my cool and involuntarily bursted into rounds of derisive laughter. “Stop laughing!! you moron” The guy bellowed angrily. “I’m not moron, I'm stiles” Fuck! fuck! stop replying, I said mentally and covered my mouth with my fingers so that words wouldn't crash out of my mouth again. It was as if anytime I think of something negative, it crashes out of my mouth.

“I still want ice cream. I know what my body wants, that is why I am telling you what I desperately need right this moment.” “You will get sick, my love.” “I almost died some days ago, Jayden. Let me enjoy some vanilla ice cream. Life is meant to be lived just once so please allow me to live my life to the fullest.” “Alright, her majesty. It is fine by me, you don't have to be spewing out so many quotes to me but be warned that if you start sneezing, I’m dropping you at the hospital myself.” “Are you threatening me with medical care? That is insane.”

I know that I’ve hit rock bottom at work when I catch myself wondering if whether staying at home watching loose women would be a better alternative. The hangover I’m experiencing is nothing compared to the burning and shameful memory of last night. Or the fact that Mr Brown has refused to look at me all morning. And even worse is the fact that my speech is quoted word for word in business section of the local newspaper. And the fact that the picture caption reads: All present and erect…. Emma of Herman-Brown’s paying tribute to her boss and CEO Mr Big-Cock.

Hide damage and pain with humor. “I am starting to feel uncomfortable, will someone offer the cripple a drink first?” Athena’s face fell and the guilt in her eyes became obvious. Alex looked awkward like he wasn’t expecting me to joke about myself, people never knew what to do when the crippled mock themselves first, it ruins their intentions. There’s a reason why people can’t shame the shameless. “Oh,” he laughed dryly. “I didn’t mean….” “You did,” I interrupted. “But don’t worry, I have had enough years to process my tragic condition.”

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.