Insufferable In A Sentence Novels & Stories

And just like that, he turns and climbs up the stairs to the hall. Only one with higher power can silence a lecturer this way. I gulp. ... Words/phrases and their meaning: * Na over-familiarity dey bring insult — over-familiarity breeds contempt * Just say it pain you — just say my comeback hurt you

"What's that supposed to mean?" "It means I saw your pathetic attempt at rice yesterday. That wasn't cooking. That was a crime against food." "At least I tried." "Trying and failing isn't something to be proud of." He turned back to his stove. "Maybe if you actually knew what you were doing, you wouldn't be so irritable." I clenched my fists. "Maybe if you weren't so insufferable, I wouldn't have to be irritable." "Big words from someone who can't even feed herself."

Man things can be so catastrophic and dangerous. Oh s***. There's nothing that will ever make me return to this s*** anymore. I don't think I can fucking bear it. It is just too much. I can't go through this apprehension anymore, it is just so f****** intolerable. This is the first and it will be the last. I just can't take it.

I could feel my patience unraveling. “Maybe if you showed an ounce of understanding, you’d realize that I’m not the only one here who’s...” I bit my tongue, my chest heaving, unable to keep my frustration in check any longer. “You know what, Kane? You’re absolutely insufferable.” He raised an eyebrow, as if barely affected by my words. “Are you finished?” Something snapped inside me, hurt mingling with anger. “You’re impossible. Truly, utterly impossible.” I turned to the captain. “I want to leave. Now.”

He doesn't deserve me being at his every whim. The prospect of seeing him numerous times a day, dutifully assisting with his needs, is enough to invoke a visceral aversion. The mental image of this relentless proximity becomes an unbearable weight, threatening to unravel the fragile threads of my patience. The very essence of maintaining my composure amidst such an incessant connection becomes an internal struggle.

Graham raised her grizzled old voice. “I’m sorry that my use of profanities offends your delicate sensibilities. But this is crap, and you know it. I refuse to tutor this subhuman species that lacks enough neurons to even form a synapse. And I’ll be sure Walters knows that too.” I scoffed, storming out. “Suit yourself, Miss Summers.” I faintly heard Mrs. Graham as I left.

The exhaustion on his face was becoming more visible. “Baby, you can't even last a day in mine.” I said, with pure sarcasm dripping from every word. “Your world?” Ivan let out a humorless laugh. “What's so special about that?” “Yes, my world. Try smiling for hours at charity dinners, while your family treats you like some decorative furniture. Try dealing with the media, trying to find flaws in your appearance every single day and maybe, you should try wearing heels for fifteen good hours.” “I would rather walk on broken glass, than do that.”

“Do you even want a mate, Axel? Or are you just going to let her suffer until she’s fucking broken?” Her words made me hesitate, but I calmed my anger. “I want a mate, mother,” I replied after some time passed. “But not her. She’s really impossible. And besides, I don’t even care about her. Who does she think she is thinking she can go around insulting me and the others. She is nothing. She should know her place. She is weak and pathetic and…”

I snapped, my jaw set as I forced each word out. One of his eyebrows arched in response, his expression one of casual disdain. “Am I?” “Yes, you are,” I shot back. “You can dish out criticism by the truckload, but the second anyone calls you out, it’s like you can’t handle it. You don’t even try. You just brush it off, like you’re above it.” I felt the words tumble out faster, my frustration surging. “And you keep bringing up this Ollivara, comparing me to her over and over. Yet you haven’t bothered to tell me who she actually was or what she meant to you. I’m left stumbling around in the dark, trying to put the pieces together alone. Do you have any idea how exhausting that is? If I really

It doesn’t deserve insults or disrespect from no one. “My child, Mrs Mazur, does not deserve to bear the name of such a repellent, moral less, and heartless dirty family, if you should know. You all make me sick! And for your peace of mind, my precious child will never even know that he/she carries your blood!” I speak, bold like a cucumber, but heaven knows I am burning with rage inside. That caught her off guard. She furrows her eyes, cocking her head to the side as she tries to cloak her stupor.