Is Bloody Hell Swearing Novels & Stories

An aghast look marred my face when I saw blood on my finger. "Did you just bite me?" " What the actual fuck? "

Except for the one who was sucking on his dick. Such a slut. I kicked her off him and he screamed. My gaze shifted to the bitch and her mouth filled with his flesh, blood pouring out of her shattered jaw, her blood pooling around her head: she'd bitten his dick…I guess she was important after all. “ What the fuck!” He yelled, his blood pouring in volumes, wetting his trousers and painting the floor in thick red. Believe me, he'd just started bleeding. I wasn't done with him yet. His brown eyes widened when he saw me, horror flashing in them.

Fucking hell, he better not cuss me. I grabbed him with his jaw and made him look into my blazing eyes that burned with wrath, “Listen to me you hopeless fuck, I better tell you won’t see another day if you cuss me again. Use this mouth for the fucking sake of your life—or if not yours than your fellows’ because I give you my word, if you try to defy me again, I would make you experience hell on earth,” I gnashed, digging my nails in his skin that he started to bleed. “Start spitting about what I asked before,” I shouted, circling around them with a wolfish gait. “What about our deal, y—,”

Parting his lips apart again, he yelled with his face filled with nothing less than frustration. "Leave me you this shithead" Overpowered by anger again and yelling out louder than before, he swore to me with his eyes clouded back up with tears, but even though he swore to me, insanely it felt like music to my ears, music that instead spiked up my rebellious blood even more than before, music that... that...

"What the fuck? Who did that?" "What the hell, dude!" "Are you a noob, you bloody idiot? Attack the other team!" "Shit for brains, drop your fucking weapon." "What do we do? He's not listening!" "we've lost over half our XP, you fag, stop it!"

enjoined "Ali, for everything, to the one who compelled you to lose yourself to turn into this free, untamed beast...." She uttered those words until she found herself under his iron fist, his palm around her neck stifling her breath, his eyes empty. Two fires, his breath on fire, his tone of voice coming from the depths of Hell: "How do you know what I went through? And what do you know about me? And what do you know about my monsters, my spectra, and my hell? You don't know anything, and this word I'm sorry and comfort yourself because I don't need it from you understand?

Serena asked as she raised her hand to his head and took the crown off. “No.” Axl shook his head disapprovingly. He raised a hand towards the audience and his voice boomed across hell, “None of you will join this. For today, this will be the very eventful day the hell must remember. This fight must be remembered and passed on from generation to generation on how King Axl defeated his younger brother. Royal blood against royal blood, power against power, and brother against brother… We fight until you die.” Unwanted chills run down Emily’s spine as she heard Axl’s words. She prayed that Lucius would win. She sensed Olivia walking up to her side as they both, together with the audience, watche

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

Wren waited a moment, then laughed mockingly. "Finally learning to have some dignity, are you? Don't worry, I can be generous. I'll let my son call you 'Mom,' too. That should make up for your regrets about not being able to have children." "Wren Kirk, you're courting death," Luther growled through clenched teeth. There was a stunned silence on the other end. A few seconds later, Wren's trembling voice returned. "Luther, it's not what you think. It's… it's Cally! She started it by cursing me out first. I— I'm the victim here…

I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but I couldn’t keep it anymore, and I snorted, earning a glare from him. “What?” He snapped. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I snapped in his language. He knew that I was swearing only when I was angry. “What the hell were you thinking, man?” “What are you talking about?” He was confused. Well, let me make this clear to you then.