Insufferable In A Sentence 소설 & 이야기

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.”

“You are insufferable.” “You’re fond.” He stared at me for a second longer. Then his lips curved slightly. “You’re the glitch in my sanity.”

“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.

“Why are you so selfish and irresponsible?… You only think about yourself and not anyone around you….. You’re blinkered to anyone else's feelings, and life is one big fucking party to you. Don’t you have any sense of responsibility or one ounce of decency? Do you even care about anyone else… or see how I struggle?” The floodgates open, my voice getting more strained and pathetic with every word as tears roll down my face and sheer frustration consumes me.

Clearly he is choosing not to see my suffering. “I have a lot of power right now. It could be some kind of residual magic that has somehow affected you. I’m not sure,” he says carelessly, as if it can all be explained away by that simple answer. I’m almost infuriated by the insinuation that I should be okay with this now. “So that’s it?” I question, visibly dumbfounded. “Are you going to make it stop or what? I can’t live like this any longer.” “I can reign it in-“

“You’re competent. Very competent. But competence doesn’t make you indispensable.” His voice was a rumble, deep enough that it vibrated through her chest. She hated how it made her skin prickle. Her jaw clenched. She could smell him now—clean skin, faint antiseptic, that damn cologne wrapping around her like smoke. “No,” she replied, holding his stare, refusing to yield even an inch. “Arrogance just makes you unbearable.” A sharp intake of breath rippled through the room, someone’s gasp barely muffled.

The relentless waves of sickness had tilted the scales of patience, and it felt as if every word I spoke dripped with disdain. "You can't possibly understand what I'm going through," I hissed, my voice laced with venom. "You get to carry on with your life, blissfully unaware of the constant sickness, fatigue, and the changes overtaking my body. It's so easy for you to escape." Theron's expression twisted in hurt and confusion as he attempted to defend himself, but I vehemently silenced him. The anger consumed me, blinding me to anything beyond my own frustrations. "You're repulsive," I spat, the words cutting through the air. "I can't bear to look at you, to be near you. Your presence alone

-“You can’t imagine how sorry I am about it!” -“Ok.” -“Ok? Is that all what you have to say?” -“I am sorry but I am very tired. I would like to get some sleep, if you don’t mind.” -“But I…..I have so much things to tell you” -“I am sorry but it’s not the time nor the place to make such conversations” -“What? How can you be so insensible?” -“You dare to accuse me as insensible when you treated me so badly all this time? Really?”