Novel & Cerita Funny Metaphors

I said, though my voice came out too small. “To be honest, making “fuck me” eyes at me while teaching English is the most creative seduction strategy I’ve ever seen. I never would’ve taken a nerd like you for such a horny slut.” “What did you just call me?” I was starting to get offended by how utterly foul-mouthed he was being to me. “I’m not a…” “No?” He picked up the pen from the table, turned it once between his fingers. “So all of that…” he gestured vaguely at my face, across the table from him, “…that’s just how you look when you talk about metaphors?”

I asked quickly, my gaze darting through the shadows, trying to catch any movement. ‎River froze for half a second. ‎ ‎Then he burst out laughing out Loud and Unrestrained. ‎ ‎I blinked at him, confused. “What’s funny?” ‎ ‎“You,” he said between laughs. “You’re funny, Seraphina. ‘Blood-sucking demon’?” ‎ ‎I rolled my eyes, a small smile slipping through. “What was I supposed to call them?” ‎ ‎He smirked. “Well… they are blood suckers.” ‎

"In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of the greek gods being Nymphomaniacs." Ken spluttered instantly and coughed a few times, feeling his windpipe close up. Monroe's eyes widened before she burst out in giggles. Roy too—who was maintaining a good seriousness to the situation broke into a low grin. "What the.. is it true?" Monroe asked from between giggles.

I fire. It's now his turn to crack his rips. His laughter reverberates through the entire house and nearly deafening me. He even has dimples on both cheeks that I had not seen. Deep ones that I so badly want dip my fingers in. Wow, just wow! These enhances his outstanding flawless appearance. My! Men, isn't he so beautifully hot and cute when he laughs like this? "You are really funny!" He says between chuckles as he strives to steady his breathing. He is even tearing up from laughing. "The cock is a just a meat, not some kind of a metal or a wood that can break." He states.

It was all his fault. He had mentioned a comparison between a man's dignity and a woman's body and that had caused her to do a similar comparison. Stinky rogue, he had misled her! She is a civilized person and she will definitely not say such vulgar words. Arya picked up the hot water flask, squeezed past Jack, and hurried out. "Hey, our conversation is not finished yet. What other fresh metaphors and similes do you have? Tell me!" Jack laughed loudly behind her.

Maybe because I knew now that he had never really wanted to marry me. The story meant just about as much to him as I did, which is to say not at all. After all, he just told Liam that he had read the story, not that he liked it. I pinched his leg, hoping that he wouldn’t humiliate me. He grabbed my hand to make me stop pinching him. “I liked the use of metaphors,” he said, “like the one where the main character refers to her money-obsessed parents as blood-sucking leeches, for example.”

***end I tossed a box to Clay but as soon as he caught it, a burst of wind passed us by. As my black hair dances with its fierce blow, my skin is irritated from its sharp touch. It was wailing on how displeasing and how dishonest I am to what I am going to do. Tsk, metaphors. I led Clay outside to just to give him that. "Tea--?" he read out in enbafflement

Max reminded me. Karl picked up his water and drank, probably to hide a smile. I set my coffee down in front of me with the precision of a woman restraining herself from stuffing two children with pancakes. “The wall was a metaphor,” I said. Max frowned. “What’s a metaphor?” “Something adults use to sound smart while avoiding facts.” Issa nodded immediately. “I like metaphors.” “Of course you do.” Max pointed at Karl’s bruise with his fork. “So can a metaphor hit?”

Lionheart smirked. “What is?” “Everything. Metaphors and shadow, hinting at deeper truths.” “Isn't the fruit a metaphor for sex? Serpent is pretty phallic.” The lion groaned. “Is your mind really so one-dimensional?” I drew my lips thin. “I was joking. Slightly. So poor Sammy has to play gardener to a tree on its last limbs? Is that what the scythe is for? Pruning?”

“You’re just a bit funny. I mean, why can’t you just speak literally and straightforwardly?” “Hey, I will not be shamed for being literate.” “I am not shaming you for being literate. By all means, be smart. It’s an attractive trait. But I hope you know you don’t have to go all metaphorical and poetic with me.” “So you think I am attractive?” “Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.” Then, with a playfully salacious smirk, Gallahan replied, “Is there anything else you want me to put in your mouth?”