Novel & Cerita Is Bloody Hell A Swear Word

What the hell did I just say? Holy shit, Lorenzo.

I replied her softly because I don't want to loose focus on Mrs Johnson's conversation with Ashley's father "What are you really doing here because I fail to believe that you are because of Mrs Johnson and now you are not with her" "That's because she's receiving call" I explained. "Oh! But......" She was saying when I suddenly interrupted "What the hell??" I involuntarily exclaimed. "What happen Mr Hale?" "Uh?" I asked her like I didn't understand her, realizing that I had just screamed. "You just whispered loudly a ‘ what the hell ’" she said emphasizing on the "what the hell"

"What the hell is your problem!" My voice echoed around the room. Shawn stood by the door for a second. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Then he slowly turned toward me. His expression wasn't what I expected. He looked….Angry and frustrated. "I should be asking you that." His voice came sharp and irritated. "What the hell was that?" He took a step toward me. "Why would you say that?" I simply glared at him. I couldn't even process what he was saying. "What do you mean, what was that? Isn't that what this bullshit dinner was for?"

I paced around him in a tight circle, adrenaline humming in my bloodstream like a drug. He spit blood at my boots but he missed. “Go to hell.” I stopped, turned and looked at him. “No,” I said, walking back closer to him, “Hell came to you. The second you touched what’s mine. The second you bled my men. The second you fucking smiled while doing it.” I crouched again, slower this time, savoring it. “You think this is the worst day of your life? I haven’t even opened the fucking toolbox yet.”

He required causing me to burst into another round of laughter. I playfully smack him by the arm. "There is no such thing as that. You say Fuck a couple of times, isn't that a language of the thugs as you put it?" I wriggled my brows at him. "Fuck is a swear word and as a lady, it is forbidden for you to say that" "Why?" I demanded as my eyes narrowed at him. "It is unfit for a lady. A lady should never swear" He answered without heat. "You bloody—"

The so-called “I don’t give a sh*t!” was a swear in American English. It roughly meant that someone did not f*cking care for something or they were not in the least f*cking bothered by it. The reason why Charlie had chosen an American swear was because he wanted to use a simple and harsh way to show his attitude in front of Smith. ‘You want to talk about your rules in front of the Apothecary Restoration Pill? Do you even deserve that?’

My body hurts, my head was even worst. I thought when people go to heaven they would no longer feel pain. Crap! Is this hell? O...oh...how the...what am I...okay, I'm freaking scared to open my eyes now. Maybe I should pretend to be dead. Yup...the deader the better...okay, you should stop judging me. The word is deader...meaning more dead. Damn...my head...I finally groaned as the pain was throbbing. Oh hell, who am I kidding...I was just going to face the evil demon, and carry on with my consequences.

“If you’re fucking needy, learn how to beg, like a slut!” The hell? It was like cold water was poured on me… I pushed him back, and without thinking, I slammed my fists hard on his cheeks. “Go to hell, Marco!”

Gets louder and louder by the moment until that insanity finally comes to the surface, as he screams laughing in between the following curse words. “Sanity? Oh, please! Tell me all about it as I do not know a damn f****** thing about that s**** word. Insanity? Oh, hell yes! That is me and is all about me. I love that word as I love the ring unto it as it pays me to laugh this way and turn my life in this perfect living hell, I never believe I could ever have. Damn those f****** people and in my original world who did nothing but to step unto the weak and take everything of what they think they can just because they are rich and powerful. Damn is this life which I hated and love, as I love ga

“I don't think you've been in the gym before.” "Go to hell.”