German Swear Words Novels & Stories

"Sag was, wie kann ich dich verstehen und welche Sprache sprechen wir? (say what how can i understand you and what language are we speaking?)" "Wir sprechen Deutsch, Tochter (we are speaking german daughter)." "Deutsch Deutsch, wie was warum? (German German how what why?)" Ja, Tochter, ich kann sehr gut Deutsch und anscheinend lernst du es schnell. (Yes, daughter, I know German very well and apparently you are learning it quickly.) "Nun, jeder sagt, ich sei etwas Besonderes. Aber wie besonders, weiß ich nicht. ( Well everyone is saying I am special. But how special I do not know.)"

"I don't know, X. It seems prudent to drop the L-bomb before we share closet space and argue over sofa patterns." Struck stupid, he tried to grasp a tangible thread on how he felt about that. Instead, his brain detached from his mouth. "I don't care what fabric you pick out." A cat-like rumble shot past her clenched teeth and she fisted her hands. If it hadn't been so adorable, he might've been worried. "Frustrierender Mann. Frustrating, frustrating man." German. Not a bad sign. Angry was better than... Then again, she used it when scared, too.

For all I know he could've called me a slut or bitch. "What the hell did you call me?" I hiss in a whisper. "Look it up, chaton," he smirks and pulls away. "Your new name is Arschloch," I whisper and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. So what if he doesn't know that I just called him an asshole in German. If I don't know what he called me in French, he doesn't get to know what I called him in German. "Just drink your damn beer," he snaps, of course his head is turned so people can only see the back of it. I lift up my beer towards him before I take a long drink. I may need this today, what a great conversation after who knows how long.

"So eine sture Frau" "Huh?" "Goodbye love." He answers instead. Hissing, I make my way out of his room and slid back into mine. Gently, I fish out my phone and struggle to use voice recognition to pronounce the words, eager to know what they meant. It didn't work. "Stupid fucker." I swore before putting it away. -"So eine sture Frau" (Such a stubborn woman) ** THURSDAY 19/60 "OUTSIDE." He's starting with the weird threads again.

Was there even a word to describe it? "Lena...fuck, Lena," he growled deeply, his words devolving to old German swears as his cock swelled even further in her mouth. The pull on her hair and the push of his hips grew more frantic, greedy, and imprecise, and Lena struggled to time her breaths accordingly.

fuck I'm really happy for you. I smiled, "you're the best..." 'okay let me not keep you from telling daddy good news..' She then tried to create a heart with both her fingers. I laughed, "fuuuuck baby that doesn't look like a heart.. it looks like a potato..." She laughed, 'fuck you... this is a real heart.. so fuck you really...' I giggled, "I love you baby.. so so much..." 'ich liebe dich' (I love you) I blushed, "you have to teach me german next time..."

Rosie said. “Here we are.” Rosie said. We all gasped as we stared at the ginormous castle in front of us. “Holy fuck you were not kidding about how big this place is.” Kim said. “Ah, thank you for reminding me Kim,” Rosie said, “We do not allow major swear words here, No saying Fuck, Shit, Damnit, or others like calling someone a slur is allowed. Dang it, Darn it, and we’ve heard this next one before, Fudge sticks up a Fudge Tree is allowed. Try to keep your swearing and discussions to a PG-13 rating. Pretend that you are talking near a small child that is not your own, whose mind is like a sponge. No one wants to hear a 2 to 6 year old say a swear word. If you are in your own room or one of

“Oh, god.” There was something wrong, Thaelen thought, the realization protruding, invading, the lust, sending a chill through Thaelen’s body. “Ah, f-k,” he exhaled wetly against Gera’s throat, spraying Gera’s blood in fine droplets across the human’s skin. “They poison me through you.”

I hope to never see him again. Yer here I was making all kinds of noise ranging from scoffing to swearing with every paragraph I read, each word burning into my brain with the idiocracy of this pack. According to the LONG ass list of rules neatly outlined , swearing from females was one of the big no no's here and was a punishable offensive. I can have a filthy mouth even at the best of times and this is going to be tough on me to hold back. My mom would have kicked my ass if she heard some of the shit that came out of my mouth since I left for college, my vocabulary includes words in English and Spanish that would make a sailor's ears burn. I can easily lose it when I'm pissed and this plac

He retorts, smirking. I give him the middle finger. "Αντε γαμισου,” I smirk back, making him laugh. “Just because you know how to say ‘fuck you’ doesn’t mean you know the language. Swear words don’t count, although I’m impressed by your accent.” He grins at me and carries on eating.