Nieve Meaning Dumb Novels & Stories

he insists, his tone firm. "I am being smart!" Shaking his head, Alex persists, "No, you’re not. This isn't a smart move; it is dumb… you’re being dumb!" "Dumb?" I question, my eyebrow raised in skepticism. Alex sighs heartily, his voice softening "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I was just trying to explain it to you. I’m doing my best here,"

“I'm sorry I am a clumsy oaf. Please forgive me and allow me to buy the cotton candy.” The boy gave me a tentative look then asked. “What's your name, mister? And what does clumsy oaf mean?” “Eduardo,” I replied and chuckled. “A clumsy oaf means a dumb person like me.” “You are not dumb, Mister Edardo,” He pouted. “My mummy said it's not nice to call someone dumb. It's mean.” “Oh,” I said, feeling stupider. “My bad, I won't say that again. What's your name?”

Anatoly explained and came close to her to hold her hand. But Nadia snatched her hand away. “Do you think I'm stupid? But of course, you've always thought of me as one. Not just you, your brother also thought the same thing. You both looked at me and said oh look, there's the stupid crippled girl who doesn't know anything and will believe everything we say...” Anatoly gritted and held her shoulders tightly. “Quiet. Don't ever call yourself that!” “But isn't it the truth? Aren't I stupid because I believed everything and was way too naive to realize things.” Nadia felt like crying at her own self for being stupid.

"I read through the entire Oxford Dictionary last year. I've already seen everything from 'bitch', to 'fucker' and 'shitsack'. I'm incorruptible." Sophie could only shake her head helplessly. All mothers would surely want their children to be exceptionally bright, but sometimes, they could be so smart that it gave their mothers headaches. "That's my goddaughter! So Cherry, what happened next?" Jeanna could not help but feel proud of her goddaughter.

Damian asked her sister, turning to her. “I think so...” Niamh’s eyes started to water. “Uuu... brother, I’m sorry I called you Dumbian...” “Stop it. Are you sad because you called me Dumb, or are you sad because you did it, Mother become mad?” Damian pouted. “Uuu... I feel bad... does it matter why...?” Niamh held her tears. “Silly,” Damian sighed, patting her head softly. “I’m not mad, so maybe Mum’s also not mad.”