Never Go Full Retard Novels & Stories

That's not possible. Looking at Liam's pitiful attempt at remorse, I found it utterly laughable. "I'm going to sever the mate bond with you. This is a notice, not a request." Liam stared at me in disbelief. "No. You love me so much. You would never do this." However, I had no interest in hearing any more of his apologies or regrets. I ordered someone to throw Liam out. I never wanted to see that disgusting face again. After I settled into my new residence, I received a string of messages from members of the original pack.

Isabelle crossed her arms across her chest in triumph, proud of her excellent response. And then Celia, without thinking, chimed in. "Yeah, man. Ash IS retarded!" She shouted at the young man, annoyed. Ash and Izzy looked incredulously at Celia. Celia only caught herself after she'd already blurted out her words. She had meant to say "isn't retarded" but had slurred her words, the meaning tripping over her twisted tongue, landing wrong outside the catch of her teeth. "I mean, she is NOT retarded!"

So, no sending people to war, no death penalty and no bombing abortion clinics, right? Hey, don’t blame me for your logic. Fucking follow your own rules, at least. You can’t convince retarded people they’re being retarded, because they’re retarded. But what you can do is use it against them. And you have an excellent chance of getting away with it. Because they’re retarded.

Gillian turned to him and slammed fiercely, her body raging with fury. Augustus isn’t a retard. He’s better. He's so better than those who aren't labeled retarded, just like this shameless and cynical scum in her presence. "ha-ha! not a retard? what?” The stranger interjected and deliberately let out an idyllic laugh as if he had just heard the funniest word of the day.

The weight of this question hung heavy in the depths of Tritan's thoughts, but before he could fully formulate his own conclusions, he instinctively began to click out a message to Finrir in MerTongue, a complex language of clicks and echoes. The clicks reverberated through the water, spelling out the words "W-A-I-T!" in a rhythmic pattern akin to Morse code. It was a desperate plea for Finrir's attention, urging him to pause and allow Tritan the opportunity to process his own emotions and thoughts. Simultaneously, Tritan's trembling hands continued to sign in Aquasign, hoping that Finrir was looking his way and could discern the sincerity in his gestures.

"You said no interruptions." " I am sorry, go ahead." Is it fun going down this memory lane? Nope!

he declared with a glare and stormed away, slamming the door on his way out. Sure enough, a few days later, I quickly realized what he meant by "you’ll regret it."

“Be good. I’ll be right back.” XXX

Beep, beep. The other person had already ended the call. Jefferson was so annoyed that he wanted to throw the phone away. "I was just p*ssed off by that little idiot, and now this guy is p*ssing me off. Do you guys think I won't retaliate? Who the f*ck do you think you guys are?"

A businessperson focused solely on profit, not on relationships. I picked up my phone and dialed my assistant's internal line. "Notify all employees to gather in the main conference room tomorrow at 9 AM sharp to discuss the final optimized plan for this year's team-building activities." On the other end of the line, my assistant's voice hesitated. "Mr. Sander, are we... compromising with them?" "No." I looked out the window at the media waiting for their chance and uttered, "It's time to make them pay for their greed."