Insufferable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

He scratched his scruffy beard, a gesture that seemed to underline his disdain for my ignorance. “You ask a lot of dumb questions,” Red replied, his tone clipped and dismissive. The irritation in his voice was palpable, making it clear that my confusion was neither endearing nor acceptable. The room felt stifling, my attempts at understanding only making me feel more isolated and insignificant. It was as if I was a mere afterthought in a grander scheme that I was utterly unprepared for.

I am not going to watch someone insult me for no reason. “You imbecile! You are so done for! And by the time I am done with you, you will hate your existence!” Charles said angrily!

I pushed back my chair and stood. “I didn’t buy this wasted-up enterprise so I could entertain such disgusting—” I stop, scoffing before shaking my head, my lips curling into something between amusement and rage. “No, wait. Calling it disgusting is an insult to disgusting. I don’t even have the right fucking word for this abomination you dare to call a design.” My fingers tighten. The silence in the room is suffocating. No one dares to move. No one dares to fucking breathe.

“Are you really still stuck on something I said almost an hour ago?” Ryan scoffed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “How can you expect me not to be stuck on it? When you had countless other options to describe me, why use a word so negatively loaded? Why would you look at me and think that the best word to describe me would be insane?” Scarlet, her arms now crossed over her chest, pursed her lips. “Fine, then. Mr. Perfect, tell me what other word I could’ve used to describe you since insane doesn’t cut it for you.”

Just like loneliness, they had never disappointed me. —You don't deserve me being here —I took a deep breath to keep my sanity— I don't understand your reason for not telling me… for not saying I had, better said, I have one. —I simply can't, my mouth can't form that word— Do you know what I hate the most? What I abhor the most about all this, father? —This is stupid, it's pathetic to talk to a tombstone.

The best he could do was a grunt. Think Knox, think, what was the last thing you remember... An amused voice popped up in his head, full of sarcasm," Or you could always ask me. I'm along for the ride, too, dumbass." Vadem, his wolf, seemed to be getting way too much enjoyment out of their predicament, if it were possible for wolves to laugh, his would be rolling on the ground clutching at his sides by now, and Knox fought the urge to do an internal eye roll.

I feel so sad all of a sudden and I know it’s all about this heat season fucking with my mind, but these emotions feel too real. “ You are saying I am not…Loveable? Am I so bad? ”

I refused to sit on that filthy toilet, how disgusting. Lately, I've been living that beautiful saying: "Nothing is so bad that it can't get worse." That's how I felt. I took a deep breath, trying to find a way to maintain my mental sanity in that place, but my mind was already disconnected from the rest of my body.

'Insufferable! 'Tut tut tut,' I clicked my tongue. 'You see, you can call me that without adding adorably to it. Here, since you have speech disorder due to your lack of brain, I'll teach you how to speak. Repeat after me, adorably insufferable. Start slowly so you won't bite your tongue.' I lectured. 'Give me that,' he snarled, snatching the bag, which only had seven packs. I stole three already. 'Remind me to get you fired.'

“I told you, menace. Call me names, and I’ll make you regret it.” But even when wet for me, even after I made her feel so good, she whispered, “You’re still insufferable.” Vuk howled in approval. She liked the punishment that came with being bratty. She wanted more. My laugh rumbled low, dangerous, as I gripped her chin. “Then we’ll be here all night.” Her body writhed beneath me, still trembling from release, yet somehow she found fire in those glassy eyes. “So. Fucking. Insufferable.”