Novel & Cerita German Swear Words

"Cazzo! Bastardo!" Everything from early just come rushing back in colassoral waves and I can't help what spewed from my mouth or that they were a confused kid watching me nearby. I have no control over my own mouth. I want to kick this stranger in the balls so badly! "Woah. Woah. Woah. I'm sorry—" the frosty refridgator door close revealing a set of deep brown eyes. ________________________________________________________________________________ Translation: Damnit! You blind motherfucking son of a bitch! Fuck! Bastard!

Words that made me freeze. 'FAKE' 'BITCH' 'YOU'RE DEAD' 'WHORE' 'DIE’ ‘OLD BARF’ ‘JINX’

My German extends to “Taxi, bitte?” “Gunter, you’re overreacting.” I smile pleasantly. “A four-star review is hardly … traducement.” Traduction? Traducedom? “I’m sorry that my reviewer found herself unable to allot you five stars—” “You hef not reviewed my hotel yourself.” He’s bristling with anger. “You hef sent an amateur. You hef treated me with disrrrrespect!” “No, I hef not!” I retort before I can stop myself. “I mean hev. Have.” My face is flaming. “Have not.”

He stated firmly in a serious demeanor. F*ck!! O G*d, my heart be still!!!

It was the kind of look people had right after they've done something unforgivable. But I didn’t push it. I had enough of my own trauma that opening up another person's can of worms didn't appeal to me. Besides, I liked Bree even though we just met. Axel reminded us swearing wasn’t allowed inside the castle so we agreed to switch the words. Fuck would now be froshk, shit would be sheezt, and damn would be darg. It sounded stupid if you asked me but it was going to keep us alive in there.

"NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU. OUR WORD AND PROMISE IS GIVEN. WHY ARE YOU NOT REPEA-" The AI translation voice abruptly cut itself off and Lila, blinked unimpressed at the reply that had been given, the promise of swearing being left unfullfilled and leaving her slightly disappointed as she was wondering what the swaer translate to exactly. She was guessing 'fuck' but would be happy enough with 'shit', but, if the swear was something like 'cunt', or 'dick' she would have a posivitely beaming smile on her face. If it had been any of the latter two, she would have happily skipped out from around the corner and then congratulated her enemy on their recent humanisation, before demanding to know wher

He made a snapping motion with his fingers in front of me. "You speak Deutsche?" He gave me this 'and-what's-wrong-with-that?' look as I exclaimed in disbelief. "Yeah? Why? Am I not allowed to speak Deutsche? You understand me?" Oh, come on, he has no idea how much I understand him. He obviously came from Europe, but I had no idea he was from Germany. “Also, was ist los?” [So, how's it going?] “Hmm, Himmel, denke ich?” [Hmm, sky I guess?]

Translation: I fuck in French, too. His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard cock slide between my wet lips. Back and forth he glides his length. I smile. Let’s up the anti. “Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn I’m in meinem besten,” I whisper as my arousal hits a fever pitch. Translation: Although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at my best. He laughs into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes close in pleasure.

He just frowned, a deep line appearing between his eyebrows, and he started talking. But he wasn't speaking English. “...crazy! What the hell are you doing here in my alley? Your noise is a disgrace! I told you not to cause problems!” His voice was sharp, rapid-fire German, coming out like bullets, totally cutting through my panic. He was clearly furious, but his fury wasn't about the chase; it was about the noise. I just stood there, jaw hanging open, trying to catch maybe one word in five. I knew 'verrückt' meant 'crazy' or 'mad,' and the rest was just a blur of complicated, angry words.

She rolled her eyes "You don't have a problem with your ears do you?" Fuck this woman. "I said did you wear it for the Mr Storm?" She repeated her question. "For Mr Storm?" I tilted my head to start processing her sentence again "Wait, are you saying I'm trying to seduce the boss?" "Well, are you?" She folded her arms across her big chest I squeezed my lips in irritation "Fuck, no!" I shook my head when I realized I'd used the F word. "Sorry, I meant, 'goodness, no' not 'fuck no' you can easily replace the F word with the G word."