Romans & histoires German Swear Words

“That’s the closest to cussin’ I’ve ever heard her say.” “She said ‘fuck’ earlier,” I interjected. “Several times, and several variations.” “I bet she did,” Conor sniggered. “Shut it, Con, or the only fuck you’ll be getting is the damn word,” Chloe growled. Conor mimed zipping his lips like the pussy-whipped bitch he was. “Fuck,” Elena said sharply. “There you go. Fuck. Fancy-pants girl from LA that vacays in the Hamptons can swear. Fuck, shit, ass. Are we happy now?”

It was liquor. "I need a drink." I sniffed. She blinked, shaking her head a little. "Was? Entschuldigung, mein Englisch ist..." (What? So sorry, my English is...) I sighed, trying to get the German words out right – they came out all broken and clumsy. "Huh..." A voice behind me cut in. Low. Smooth. Like silk over glass. My bone literally melting and I tears started running uncontrollably. "Gib ihr einen schwarzen russischen Drink."

“Das arschloch!” It was a harsh German curse. Wow. They’re so fluent in German now, especially its curses. Living in Switzerland, especially in Lauterbrunnen where German is mainly spoken, all of them had to adjust and learn the language — especially when they plan on residing here for a few years. And after two years, it looks like they’re finally used to it, with their favorite words being curses because they “sound ten times more badass in German than in English”. “Good morning, ladies,” greeted Leal before they could spurt out more curses in the poor toddler’s ears.

he said with an expression that made my body ache with need. I was tempted to give up on the challenge and just beg him to make love to me. Oh well, I will try this one last thing. I could dance pretty well to a song by Era Istrefi called Oh God. My friends and I learned most of our lap dancing moves by practicing to this song on sleepover nights. "What is this gibberish that you are humming?" Marcus asked with a confused look. "It's a West Germanic language with Latin script." "No such language exists." He said.

"God, baby! F**k! Ahhh! Mmm...f**k, yes! Yes!" "Da D,wei…? Ahhh...mmm…! I...I can't feel my body... anymore…!" "That's good then! Mmm...it means i'm...mmm...i'm satisfying my woman well...f**k!" "Stop...stop cursing... Da D,wei...mmm...oh...ohh…mnnn?" "It's the best, baby! You try it too! My original honey well! Oh f**k!" "D...Da D,wei…? Fas...I mean...slower...mmm...ahhh!"

I steeled my resolve. “I’m here to steal you from your date with this nice gentleman,” Zayn said confidently from behind Hans. “Hans? Wait. Let me get this straight. You're saying you want to steal me from my date with Hans? You must be insane! Did you hit your head again because that seems like the only thing you’re good at?” “Oh. Hans. German. Konnen wir redden.” Zayn said, speaking to the bedazzled Hans. He nodded.

"No... I left the house for the family helper, Zia Benedetta," Princess Ursula nods. "Okay, so, let's fucking get out of Germany," she jerks herself up. "We?" Maria asks confusingly. "Ja wir!" Ursula repeats in German. "Let's go crush some bitches. Shall we?" she added. "Ja wir können." Maria Smiles. Maria smiled at her. "stop cussing!" Maria warns her. She grins."Why? don't tell me you want to add me to your mean dictator book?"

She was still alive, and she shook her head at me like she was trying to warn me. Aya pressed her hands to her eyes. "That's when I heard them. They were back behind the pizza oven, yelling in German." She raised her hands to look at Malcolm. "I don't really know German, but I recognized the cuss words. My brother and I used to have this competition going—who could learn the most cuss words in different languages." "Did the Germans see you?" "No. When I heard their voices, I hid behind a mess station and some big potted plants. I heard more gunshots in the kitchen, then they came out. They stopped by Natalie and looked at her. I saw their faces. Then they left."

The woman curtseys before she sits, “Princess Frida Sturm of the Wolves of Germany, I should also have done that; I was however anxious to find my father before he did anything stupid.” Celine manages to keep her face still and George purses his lips, she sighs, “But it seems I was too late. Heilige Scheiße, Vater.” She sighs, “Apologies.” Celine links to George, ‘Holy Shit, Father’ He shakes his head, “No need. I understand the frustration.” She inclines her head. “I don’t speak German, but I get the gist of what you said.” Celine schools her expression, and Frida nods. Erik sucks at his teeth, and rubs his face,

"Where did they take Frederick? I want to know where he is!" "Oh, old witch, that's not my problem. The only thing I know is that demon, woman beater, criminal, son of a bitch, filthy pig, cretin, scumbag, lowlife... let me think if there's any other name I can use that isn't a curse word... damn! There must be, but I can't remember right now. But anyway, that ridiculous, unnecessary, malicious creature..." The receptionist seemed determined to use every insult in the Portuguese language, and I even shrank back.