Incorrigible Synonym Novels & Stories

He said audaciously. I chuckled softly because this didn't make any sense no matter how much I tried to think of it. "You are the most incorrigible person that I have met in my life. Do you even think that is possible, do you want me to go in there and prepare something for you because you are what? Probably the high and mighty and I just have to dance to your tune because I don't have a brain on my own." I replied. There was absolutely no way that I would do that no matter whoever came down to persuade me.

he answered with a sheepish smile, “You know what? I believe I actually fancy some red wine!” “Seriously, wine, of all things?” . . . Jin Sanscroft was prepared to scream for help when he passed by the same painting of a juicy-looking apple for at least the third time. Third time's the charm Now, he was officially sure that he was lost. Muttering under his breath about how stupid Stefan is, how stupid the Queen is, how stupid this party and most of all, how stupid his peers are, Jin turned and slowly began to retrace his way for the last time–

"Karen I'm anxious, do you remember at all what you told me on the night of wednesday when I drove you home?" Karen instantly coughed dryly and gulped down a glass of water on the table. "Wait, you drove me home? Oh my God I thought I boarded a taxi, Jesus! I don't remember a thing about that night and trust me, whatever I said to you was not coherent because I always spew gibberish when I'm stoned." "Oh really? But you seemed very sober enough when you told me, deadly to my face that the only thing you regret is me coming to Balor, can you explain that?"

Roger chuckled, expelling a mocking sigh as his face contorted into an expression of pretend sympathy. "You are such a dupe, sweet little love. You should have noticed how curious it was in the first place. Have you ever wondered how I could get out of the locked closet so fast? It was impossible to break out of it without any help, my pet. That damned old thing was fucking solid."

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

she added sternly at the newcomers And I ground my teeth with anger. Questions upon questions made thinking a hard thing to do as they flogged my brain. What the fuck are they doing here in our territory? Were they even aware of the targets on their backs? What were they doing here?- Fuck! This was not what I imagined my day to be like. Victoriano being the cheeky fuck that I remembered him to be-flashed the desperate overused hoes that were trying to get his attention a seductive smirk that twisted my insides. I scoffed at his fuckboy antics.

"I've told mom seceray times that I didn't want to have anything to do with this girl, she's not what I want in a woman, infact she's not close to it" "But she's beautiful , you...." Marcus didn't let August finish the sentence before he snapped "would being beautiful take care of my kids?" "Infact, I just can't cope with that girl being around me" "You talk about her like she irritates you" "Yes she does, like have you seen her smoke and drink?" "I'm sure you're saying this because you've not seen this girl in display before" "Fun fact" he paused "she's a sex addict" August jaw dropped.

“Cute stationery won’t save you from failing, jaan.” Timtim’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing at him. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice dripping with mock indignation, though the hint of a smile betrayed her. He finally lifted his gaze, leaning back slightly, his arms crossed over his chest. “I said… even with all your little pencils, highlighters, and sticky notes, you’re struggling. That’s amusing.” Timtim let out a dramatic groan, throwing her hands in the air. “It’s not my fault!” she exclaimed. “I stay 24/7 at home, my mind isn’t working now. Otherwise, I would have topped this semester easily.”

" She glared at me. I looked down knowing she would hate what I was about to say next. "I love him." I whispered as I played with the ends of my shirt. "Love?" She questioned with distaste. "Sophia do you even know the meaning of the word love?" "I'm not an imbecile." I defended. "Then you would have realised ages ago that the relationship between you and your 'husband' is an exact replica of fifty shades of grey!" "You have no right to talk about my marriage like that!" I shouted back feeling my temper rising.

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.