Insufferable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Hayley snaps a finger in my face, her lips twisting in her usual no-nonsense expression. “Ain’t nobody worried about your damned personal assistant, Mr. Rourke. Answer the bloody question.” God, the guts on this woman. Between her and Astrid, I am always on my toes. “Yes, it’s my fucking insomnia.” I mutter bitterly. “Is that all?” I look away, darkness coiling in my chest when I think about my “other disorder.” I hate it. I hate how it makes me feel — so out of control of myself. So fucking helpless.

Couldn’t he see his so-called master was the sole reason for my misery. “I can survive just fine without your half-burnt omelettes and passive-aggressive babysitting.” “Oh, survive, huh?” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. And I swore I wanted to smack him hard. “Is that what you’re calling it now? You think this—” he gestured around the apartment, mimicking my earlier movements “—is surviving? You’re not surviving, Rosewood. You’re barely existing.” My glare hardened. “And yet, here you are, wasting your time on someone who’s ‘barely existing.’ You really must be as bored as you are insufferable.”

The question sounds calm, but he leans forward like a predator getting ready to pounce on me. "Handle you? Please." I pause, pretending to give zero fucks. His eyes narrow. "I've dealt with demanding bosses before. None of them were half as..." I pause again pretending to search for the right word while his eyes narrow. "Insufferable." I say with all seriousness. The word sits between us like a slap. "Insufferable," he repeats slowly, like he's tasting it. His voice goes dangerously quiet. "Interesting word choice." I don't back down. "I'm good with words."

It just felt so good to finally give punishments in words to the ones who had made my life unbearable. I clenched the small figure tight in my palm. “And for this one…” I paused, feeling the bile rise in my throat. “this one would be my insane brother.” I frowned. “He’s a bastard. He doesn’t even deserve an early death. That would be too kind. For everything he’s done to me, and to others, I would make sure he pays.” My voice shook with rage, but I didn’t stop. “I’d make him suffer slowly, make him taste the kind of torment he gave out so carelessly. I’d find someone more insane than him, someone who would tear him apart piece by piece, until he understood what it felt like to be treated lik

“Of course, it’s my business, Adrian. I’m your wife.” “Wife what wife?” I scoffed, the alcohol fueling my frustration. “You’re nothing but a glorified jailer okay?. All you do is nag, complain, and make my life a living hell.” She flinched at that, her expression hardening. “Maybe if you weren’t so insufferable, I wouldn’t have to.” “Insufferable?” I echoed, stepping closer, my voice rising. “You’re the one who’s impossible to live with. You treat everyone like dirt, Ivy. The maids, Miss Hawkins, even me your so called husband so don’t remind me about matrimonial status. You’re heartless.”

Can’t he just talk normally? His relentless provocations are draining my sanity. His infuriating behavior threatens to consume me; patience is my only refuge. -o0o-

said one of them. "And she's beginning to sound like a broken record." Another added and they nudged each other, giggling afterwards. "You make me sick, Desirée. You disgust me so much that the sight of you fuels me with so much hatred that I could barely comprehend. Everything about you sickens me! You pathetic bitch!" she fired, every word she uttered dripping with a sickening amount of hatred that made me question my own worth.

she offered weakly, pressing her palms together in a fake apology. He walked over slowly. She stepped back. He walked closer. She backed into the balcony door. He leaned down, their faces just inches apart. “You know,” he said in a low, calm voice, “I’ve met diplomats. Spies. Corporate sharks. Arms dealers.” She blinked rapidly. “But none of them,” he continued, “have tested my patience the way you do.” “Aw,” she smiled nervously. “I’m honored.” “You’re impossible.” “I prefer spirited.”

The word hung in the air like a challenge. I laughed. It was sharp, brittle, unstable. I wasn’t just amused; I was seething. The audacity. His arrogance. The guts he had to even utter that in her presence, with her responding with affection, however shallow, however calculated… It was unbearable. I paced the room, muttering under my breath, talking to myself even as I clutched the earpiece. “Insufferable… idiot… how dare…” My own voice sounded foreign, unstable. Was I losing my edge? Was I already succumbing?

he boasted, his bloated face twisted with self-satisfaction. Sofia felt an overwhelming wave of nausea rises within her. With all her strength, she shoved him away, her expression contorted with sheer revulsion. She pointed a trembling finger at him, her voice seething with venom. "Unrequited love? Are you out of your goddamn mind? Do you not realize how old and repulsive you are? And you actually think I wanted to sleep with you?" Her voice rose to a furious pitch. "You make me sick." "Get the hell out of here!"