Is Bloody Hell A Swear Word Novels & Stories

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

You hear me, I'll surely kill you" I seethed. He laughed, a mocking laugh that made me see red. How dare he, how dare he laugh when he knows damn well that this wasn't funny. "Hello Freddie. How have you been?" He mocked. I remained quiet, not because I had nothing to say but because I fear that anything I say at this point might anger Joel. I didn't want this for the sake of my daughter. "Cat's got your tongue" he laughed "Joel. I accept" I said, sighing in defeat.

He said and also glared at me more He was still shocked by what I said. "Sh*t up! You look like my testicles!" I said and it's true! Suddenly the noise got louder and the bald man screamed. "Sh*t up everyone!" When this bald man shouted loudly to all of us. They were silent but this bulldog came up to curse him. "Why would I you freaking ugly bald man! f*ck your ball—" Hellbilly promised him as he walked towards Kalbo(Bald), suddenly Kalbo rolled Hellbilly's eyes because he couldn't finish what he was going to say and delivered a kick to Hell Billy's balls.

While she is working here, on the other hand, Devlin’s wolf is roasting him because of the sentence he said to Lucy. Devlin is sitting on the couch inside his cabin while hearing all the words his wolf is using to swear him from his inside. “You hell hole man, bloody bastard, stupid jerk, brainless fellow, moron, idiot, you good for nothing piece of shit, how did I even become your wolf? I want to cut the sin maker tongue of yours and chew it with all of your blood in it…” And this goes on and Devlin wants to throw up when he heard the sentence of tongue and his blood.

“What the hell is going on here?” Shit.

I tried to reason with her. “But I really want to know the meaning, Mommy. Daddy says it and runs his hand through his head. He is very handsome”. I eyed my four years old, almost five year old daughter with suspicion. I don't know the kind of reply to give to her. She wants me to start explaining to her what the hell fuck means? I am not even allowed to use the word. This is the reason I keep warning that man never to use swear words in front of Helen. “Why don't you ask your father then?” I smiled at Helen and she nodded.

I emphasized each word that came out of my mouth before walking away. What the hell is that lunatic thinking? Argh! where am I supposed to pee now? That bastard! Damn it!

I am utterly broken…doesn’t he realize that? “Don’t look at me! Aren’t you sick of staring at a monster?!” “Laurel…” He frowns but I am no longer intimidated by him. I stare back defiantly, not blinking or backing down. “Don’t call me that! I’m a monster, a Frankenstein!” Feral blasphemy explodes from my lips and I spew all the swear words I have ever learnt at him. And I use them all in spades. Helios simply stands there and allows my cussing superfluities to burn his ears. But I truly regret this when I run out of words to swear at him because, by the time I stop, there is a barely contained fury in his eyes.

Caleb. Another jerk, this one harder, caused me to turn. I gave him Lulu’s ice princess eyes. “When are we going to fuck?” he whispered, completely ignoring my killer glare. “Never, vaffanculo,” I said, adding the “fuck off” in Italian because I was far past agitated. I hated using that word and now had to admit it in confession. I internally groaned at all the Hail Marys I would receive. Even saying it in Italian would land me in trouble and I’d said it in English Friday night so that trouble was multiplied.

Now back to the face they all knew me for, the look on her face no longer flickered that admiration that had lingered a few hours ago when she couldn't set her eyes off my body. I could see fear sipping in, eyes blinking, breath coming heavy on her chest. "You...?" Her voice came out low and tethered. "Who the hell are..." The remaining words died in her tongue. The scar on my face was enough not to repeat a stupid question. But I think she needed to make sure this wasn’t just her imagination playing games with her. I snorted. "Don't tell me that up till now, you don't know who 'the hell' your future husband is." I imitated her words, voice lacing mockery.