Insufferable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

“You’d be selling a story, not yourself. You already do that, don’t you?” The arrogance in his voice should’ve made me walk out. But instead, I found myself saying, “If I even considered this, I’d have conditions.” “I’d expect nothing less.” “I don’t live with you.” “That defeats the purpose.” “I don’t share a bed with you.” “Tempting as that sounds, agreed.” “And if I decide you’re unbearable, I walk.” His eyes gleamed. “I’m always unbearable. You’ll have to learn tolerance.” The man was impossible. Infuriating. And yet… fascinating in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

“Do you make a habit of stumbling about like a drunk fool?” “Not usually,” I said, suppressing a grin. “Then stop acting up!” Her eyes flashed. “It’s bad enough having to see you here at all—you don’t need to be flinging yourself into ditches just to make me notice.” I tilted my head. “Is that what you think? That I fall on purpose, just so you’ll touch me?” She scoffed. “What else am I to think? You’re insufferable. Constantly looking for ways to brush against me, speak to me, corner me. It’s becoming unbearable, Damian. Annoying.”

“It’s still disgusting. All of you are.” “Well, if that’s how you see us, there’s really nothing I can do to change that,” he replied. “You’ll never understand us anyway, you’re not immortal.”

“You’re so insufferable,” Adrian took a step closer, invading my space, his voice dropping low. “That didn’t seem to bother you last night when I was balls deep inside you.” His lips brushed my ear as he added, “I could bend you over right now and show everyone in this fucking supermarket just how insufferable I can be.” My core clenched at his words but I rolled my eyes and quickly turned on my heel, walking fast to escape him, so he wouldn’t see the blush creeping up my face. Thirty minutes later, I was on the verge of actual violence.

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Omnipresent. I can bear it no more and stretch my legs uncomfortably and mutter, "If you're going to teach me a lesson, then you had better get on with it. I don't want to stand in here looking like a useless iroko." Somehow, I cannot seem to act composed in front of this man. Words fly out of my mouth like an unstoppable faucet. Only mine isn't cool water but expletives. It always gets me in his bad books but seems as if being an arrogant imp towards the Alpha is my birthright. I never really learn a lesson quite fast.

He smiles in amusement, “Well, thank the Gods you’re here so you can now kiss it for me.” This man is insufferable. He might be the only person I’ve ever met who is immune to insults, which I suppose is a good quality to have, I just hate that it feels like he’s the one holding all the cards and I’m just stuck waiting to see what I’m dealt.

he says, making me want to caress and scratch him, I try to answer him, making me cry. “I am not a sufferer; I don't need your compassion; you don't know all I have suffered; you are insensitive.” The crying cuts my speech; he leaves; he leaves like a thief without making noise; he steals my calm; I cry bitterly; I imagine that the room is flooded with my tears; I try to keep myself sane by remembering the facts that led me to this dilemma, or the dilemma that led me to these facts.

"It seems that you are insinuating that I have caused you a significant amount of distress and discomfort. It seems that you believe that I am the individual responsible for exacerbating the negative feelings that she harbors towards you." "It seems as though you are suggesting that the individual in question is responsible for causing another person to experience a state of mental instability, and yet they are. Yetosing to disregard this fact and attempt to portray themselves as blameless. Is that an accurate interpretation of your statement?" I expressed my intense frustration and irritation with a loud and forceful outburst, causing a resounding boom that echoed through the air. It is com

"You are insufferable." I stick my tongue out and lick the center of his palm, dragging the steel bar hard across his skin. He shivers. But he doesn’t pull his hand away. "Yes," he murmurs, his voice rough. "Insufferable. Beautiful. Mine." I bite the thick muscle of his thumb. Not a nip. A real bite. He just lets me. I’m going to be an arrogant prick about this for a solid week. The low-level ache that’s been rotting under my ribs for days is finally gone. I'm not looking at it tonight.