Novel & Cerita German Swear Words

Simultaneously, Hans, Klaus, Karl, and Gunther also emerge from different points in the forest, all aiming at my attacker's back. Wolfgang speaks in German, his voice cold, calculating, threatening, as he aims at the man's head. I can't read his mind, but in his eyes, I see how much he struggles not to kill him immediately. For the first time, I'm curious to know why he doesn't shoot him right away. The man curses in German, a word I understand because I've heard one of the kitchen women say it when she's angry. Then he drops his weapon to the ground.

’ Her eyes went wide as he made it very clear what he was talking about, and she squeaked in surprise as his hard cock pressed against her core. ‘What the fuck! Let her go, you fucking animal.’ He slammed the tray down on the table and ripped Mervon off the other man's lap, barely containing his fury. ‘Don’t fucking touch her, that goes for all of you. Keep your filthy hands away from her. Do you understand me?’ They looked at him in shock; none of them could ever remember seeing the mild-mannered German so enraged. ‘Hey, man, chill the fuck out, it was just a bit of harmless flirting. I never meant to upset anyone .’

he cried out. “Bastard !” I screamed fanatically. “What the hell, Zara ?” he asked while visibly panicking. I was suddenly in front of him as I teleported myself and crouched down on one knee to look him straight into his eyes. “Dumb jerk. Asshole,” I slowly started uttering curses in a steady rhythm. “Dick wad. Nincompoop. Bloody dog. Root of my misery. Fucking ass head. Bull’s fucking shit. Crap Bin. Motherfucker. Jackass. Stupid Pig. Pain of my soul. FUCK YOU !!!!!” I screamed every fucking foul word that I could think of at the moment.

"Stupid! Dense! Fool! Idiot! Dummy! Brainless! Blockhead! Goon! Moron! Retard! Pervert! Molester!" …It succeeded in dealing damage, even to me.

Gritted teeth and her hand quickly turned into a fist, a loud curse echoed inside Klauss's office that can be heard from the outside. "I fucking hate you, Klauss Michaelis!"

Once we had everything hooked up Erik started making us up a meal with some of the stuff I ninjaed from the café while I prepared the sleeping area. It was amusing to watch Erik try to move around inside of the tiny trailer. I learned that Erik does indeed swear, but it mostly seems to come out when he bumps into something. So far, it’s three knocks on the head on the low kitchen cabinet, and two funny bone bumps on the corner of the room partition. I’m adding “helvete” to my repertoire, from the context I’m guessing it’s a standard “shit” or “fuck” exclamation. As I watch Erik cook, I get more and more hungry, but not for food.

“Something tells me there’s trouble.” “Zee is drunk at the club. She’s alone. I swear she was drunk. She was all…drunk and talking shit.” “Shit?” Lemuel’s brows furrowed deeply. “I mean, Nonsense.” “When did you start using swear words?” “From some mafia movie I watched yesterday. One guy is always saying shit.” Lemuel scoffed. “Anyway, I don’t want to hear it again. Your parents cannot hear it and imagine I taught you.”

Caleb. Another jerk, this one harder, caused me to turn. I gave him Lulu’s ice princess eyes. “When are we going to fuck?” he whispered, completely ignoring my killer glare. “Never, vaffanculo,” I said, adding the “fuck off” in Italian because I was far past agitated. I hated using that word and now had to admit it in confession. I internally groaned at all the Hail Marys I would receive. Even saying it in Italian would land me in trouble and I’d said it in English Friday night so that trouble was multiplied.

She teased and tormented them enjoying her new power but Trina could handle herself when two of them got too close and started trying to manoeuvre her into a corner she moved away, they followed her and she looked into their eyes, ‘Geh weg von mir oder ich schreie verdammte Vergewaltigung.’ [Get away from me or I’ll scream fucking rape.] She said in perfect German, they had thought because she was English they could take advantage of her drunken state, ‘Vergewaltigung? Sei nicht dumm, kleines Mädchen, wenn wir dich vergewaltigen wollten, würden wir es tun und es gäbe nicht das Geringste, was du dagegen tun könntest.’ [Rape? Don’t be silly little girl, if we wanted to rape you we would and th

I wasn't going to let him get away that easily. I strolled towards him as quickly as I could and slammed into the goth poser. He landed on the ground with so much force that his rancid breath hit me full in the face as it rushed out of him. I growled low and long into his face, letting him hear the frustration and anger he had caused to well up inside of me. I wanted him to know this was his fault, all his fault. He was going to die now, and it was entirely his fault. "Get off of me, you abomination." His thickly accented voice wavered as he tried to sound confident and sure of himself. "Ger aus of mir." His perfectly crafted English was slipping, letting German mix with it. 'Get off of me,