Novel & Cerita Is Bloody Hell A Swear Word

What the hell she is doing? I'm whispering to you, to your ear, Of what you can't do while I am here! My word is colder than his skin! My word is ice to him! The vampire -the scary as hell! Won't move until I will run with my friends!"

What the fuck? ‘Have I gone crazy?’ I thought to myself, scratching my head. ‘No, not crazy. Just finally broke every last bit of my chains and that cunt’s spell.’ I grimaced at his word choice. ‘Gods you’re such a prude. You don’t swear, you don’t have sex for fun, you won’t watch porn, and you are squeamish about blood.’ Sarcasm is not lost on me. ‘You’re a fucking vampire and you’re a hemophobe.’

And this is getting more and more annoying each time. Well, f*ck your life. Again, I don't really curse because Mom made me believe when I was a kid that I'll go to hell if I keep saying bad words. But to hell with hell. I'd gladly present myself there and I'd bring Flint with me. @itsFlint Don't give me ideas, JV. You're now becoming a part of it. That reply confused the hell out of me so I replied: Excuse me? @itsFlint Nah. You're not going to like it if I say it again.

(So, you should also be reasonable. "If you don't have anything worthwhile to say to me this morning, then you better leave me alone and let me enjoy my Saturday in peace. I can't come and add your wahala to my already long list," I added frustratedly, expecting a snappy response from her but I'm surprised when she uses a plastic plate to hit me on my head instead. (Wahala- trouble/ problem) "Blood of Jesus! Ini, you drink ni? Why did you hit me like that?" I yelled at her angrily, holding the back of my head with my left hand.

And why was he so damn handsome? “Bloody beasts don’t fucking listen.”

Vladimir screamed bloody murder. ***

“Go to hell!” I grabbed the wine bottle and stormed towards my room. “For fuck’s sake, Alex! Don’t drink the whole bloody thing!” I was already taking a swig straight from the bottle. • • •

) She snaps. “Sasha, ch—” “Che diavolo c’è che non va con te?” (What the hell is wrong with you?) She interrupts, fuming with anger. “Chi diavolo sei? Passi le tue giornate a bere e le tue notti a bere ancora di più, non riesci a fiutare un cazzo di topo al tuo tavolo e inizi una guerra per divertimento?” (Who the hell are you? You spend your days drinking and your nights drinking even more, you can’t sniff out a fucking rat at your table and you start a war for fun?) She scoffs. “Che diavolo ti sta succedendo?” (What the hell is going on with you?)

His voice was barely a whisper, “But I am not gonna tell you anything more.” “First, you haven’t told me anything at all,” I said in a bold voice, “And second, I’m asking you because she’s my mother and I wasn’t here because of you, so if you feel like you’re doing me a favor by telling me, you couldn't be more wrong.” “Well either way—” “Achilles, I swear to God, tell me!” “Is this phrase ‘I swear to God’ used so often in the UK?” He changed the subject and chuckled, “cause God, it’s fucking annoying.”

Hell No! With lips trembling, I closed my eyes then took him whole… “Ahhh! What the fuck–urgggh!”