Jerk Synonym Mga Nobela at Kwento

I could see he was trying to hold in his laughter by the way he pressed his lips together and the way his eyes shone bright with amusement and glee. "You are such a-" I paused trying to think of a perfect adjective for him. "- such a cockalorum." He opened his mouth to retort but immediately closed it. "Did you mean cocklong? Mine is long. Want to see?" I hit him with the pillow. "No duffer, cockalorum. It means an arrogant, annoying and an obnoxious jerk." He let out a chuckle like it didn't matter to him. "I still think it should be cocklong."

I talked with him in a low voice. "Whenever you say the F word, something happens in myyyyyy heart," He said dramatically. "Seriously" Jerk. "I heard that. By the way" I gasped at his reply. "Nice way to talk to your new client aka fake date," he chuckled at the end. "I didn't mean to.." I tried to apologize but he cut me off. "Ah ah ah... There there, don't lie. I know you love calling me a jerk. Well, some ladies call me the cave artist but Jerk sounds also good" I could imagine him swirling his tongue.

“You look like fucking shit by the way. Is that the same shirt you wore yesterday?” “Shut your mouth,” I slammed the door shut. “I'm going to fire that girl,” I fumed, moving towards my seat. “I don't know how she has lasted this long, she literally has the common sense of a retarded goldfish.” “That's a slur though,” Jerry pointed out. I frowned, “what?” “The R-word?” He answered, arching a brow. “It's a slur.” “Are you trying to provoke me right now?” “Sorry,” my friend laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

I accepted it, gulping it down. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” “I don't like to meddle.” “All the while I'd thought you no more than a selfish, selfcentered, jerk.” In my right senses I'd never use those words, at least not to his face, but the alcohol buzzing through me, left me feeling recklessly bold. “Now that my actions are slightly justified, do I get to lose the title ‘jerk’?” “No, you're still a jerk,” my words came out a bit slurred. It seemed the alcohol was finally getting to my head.

Jerk! The word stung more than it should have—because now, he felt like he truly deserved it.

He asked me. I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Why’d you ask?” I asked him back to which he just shrugged. “I don’t know, Ashejan, but, as a jerk, myself, I think he’s also one.” I froze when I heard what he just said. Did he just call Knight a jerk? That’s a first! Jericho called him a dork before and I felt really annoyed at the way he called him. Jerk is an even heavier word but why don’t I feel like wanting to punch Chadwick right now?

The hard line of his length pushed firmly into my lower back, and I let out a shaky breath. A quiet curse slipped past his lips. “Fuck, Jenna…” His voice sounded completely strained, like he was fighting a war inside his own head. “What are we doing?” he whispered, his lips barely inches from my ear. "I should be asking you," I breathed. My heart was hammering against my ribs. For a second, I forgot he was my stepbrother. I forgot I was supposed to hate him. I just wanted him to turn me around and finish what he started.

Jerk. He hates our kind with a passion like I do.

Aiden mumbles. I give a half shrug. “ Jerk,” I mutter under my breath, shaking my head.

"Be careful. I don't want you limping for the wrong reasons." "I'm a junior high coach. I'm used to putting jokers in their place without actually hurting them." Jake turned as the room exploded with warnings and worries. No one was going to hurt Marc. He was soon to be family.