Insufferable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

“You mistake tolerance for love.” “Please, you would lose your mind if I stopped teasing you for one day.” “One day of silence would be peace.” “One day of silence from me would make you panic. Admit it.” “I would not panic.” “You would search every corner of the earth for me. I am unforgettable.” "You are unbearable.” “Unbearably handsome. Unbearably charming. Unbearably yours.” I haul him closer, our bodies colliding in the water, the sea rocking us together. “You drive me insane.”

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?

I cannot stand this man. Who did I piss off in another life to get this disgusting cruel man as my boss?

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!"

His cologne is even sharper this close and I subtly inhale. “I don’t waste time on things that aren’t worth it,” he says. There’s a shift in his expression now. There’s no longer amusement there but something unreadable. Something that should’ve had me running in the opposite direction. His words should irritate me. And they do. There’s nothing I hate more than arrogant, insufferable people. I could easily move past him. It’s not like he can do anything to stop me, especially in a party full of people.

My heart sank in my chest. With an air of superiority, Christopher spoke, his words laced with a venomous undertone. "I've given it a lot of thought," he sneered. "And the best way to punish you is not by firing you, but by keeping you trapped in this house. I am utterly disgusted at the mere thought of discussing an increase in your income with my parents." His disdain cut through me like a knife, exacerbating the guilt already festering within.

"Don't you have any decency? Can't you help a person in need?" He scoffed, "Decency is overrated," a smug grin plays on his lips, which tells me that he is enjoying it a little too much and my thoughts are proved when he adds, "Besides, I find your struggle quite amusing." I shot him a scathing look. "You're insufferable." "Guilty as charged," he quipped, leaning against a tree. His legs crossed and arms crossed over his chest. A surge of frustration gripped me, its physical manifestation tightening my jaw until it felt like steel and sending a pulsating ache through my temples.

I could see anger rising in his eyes. I waited for him to open his mouth and hurt me with his cruel words that he has been holding back. He took a few steps towards me and soon he was standing just a strand away from me. "Why are you becoming so fucking insufferable?" His words were like a slap on my face. Insufferable. So that's what I have become to him. Good thing now I know what he thinks and feels about me. "Abram--" Charlotte yelled. "Then leave me," I whispered, my voice trembling. He didn't say anything, but I could see his resolve breaking apart.

“Are you there?” But then I heard a giggle. “He sounds sexy.” My eyes narrowed and I almost threw up in my mouth. “Don’t ever say that again. He’s far from sexy. Disgusting. Ugly.” “Mhm,” Jade replied, unconvinced. “Sure. Black hair, blue eyes, chisled jawline, veiny hands? Spells 'sexy' to my ears.” I rolled my eyes and twirled my finger around the charger cord. “He’s insufferable, is what he is. He’s arrogant, sarcastic, thinks he’s right all the time, and so fucking…”