Profanity Novels & Stories

He countered, his voice hard. “Pride?” Isis shot back vehemently. “You should know I don’t like repeating myself.” He replied. The son of a bitch! “Like I care what you like! I am not prideful.” She growled. An obvious silence filled the space and Isis found herself tapping her feet on the floor in agitation. “Right, because a prideful person never overreacts when someone tries to do something nice for them?” He asked and Isis knew he was mocking her with his dry humour. Her jaw clamped shut by words.

I bet he smirks too. " Yo .." I giggles as we team up together to beat up Kennedy's avatar. " Fuck.." she exclaims once she lost. " My ten dollars." Gray says to Kennedy as he drops the pad. " Why?" " You said 'fuck' Kenny. And that's inappropriate for a seven year old. Ten dollars please.." " Gray , it's supposed to be five." " No. You're not allowed to swear. You're too young for that so you're giving me ten."

He was too embarrassed. "Did you kiss Zee back, Fletcher"? Alex asked him and he snapped his head up. "Was it Zee? Fuck me. What the hell did I do, Alex"? He was regretting. He was blaming himself. "Fletch, listen to me. I know it won’t be a complete excuse to take away your guilt. But you were drunk. And it wasn’t your fault at all. And it actually isn’t the issue to be worried... What we have to sort is how to deal with Zee. It’s wrong Fletcher. Emerson won’t tolerate it. And your family. Friends. This is forbidden, Fletcher. It’s Taboo". He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter.

Shit. FUCK!!!!

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

Contains sexual scenes and usage of profanity. Yours, E.C.

And I can't say a word because of my nervousness. Fuck. ...(to be continued)

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV My fist slammed down on my desk with a loud bang that echoed throughout the room. I growled in irritation, my patience was running out. I was really angry. Fucking hell. Since I've been back home, all I've encountered is chaos. Just when I think I'm making progress, something unexpected pulls me back to reality. This job can be so fucking annoying at times.

The condescension was dripping from her tone. "Grasshopper?" Loretta looked at April in question. "That pest Elsie!" April grunted, slamming her fist on the table. "More like a c*ck hopper and gold digger," sneered Loretta, taking a sip of the nude liquid in her glass. The strong taste burned her throat. April raised a brow in surprise and asked, "Mother, I never knew you used such foul language." "I don't. I feel impure just now for using profanity. Yuck! Things I will be forced to do because of that brat," Loretta expressed with utter disdain dripping from her tone.

Alisha commented, her voice tinged with frustration at his insult. It didn't sound good to hear, especially coming from Alice. "It's not my fault that you have a low IQ, but I don't mind explaining. Slutty means behaving like a prostitute," Alice explained, his words lacking any remorse or empathy. Alisha's anger flared at Alice's disgusting explanation. She couldn't believe he would use such derogatory language to describe her actions. Even if she didn't understand many things, Alisha knew exactly what prostitutes were. "You think it's okay to talk to me like that?" Alisha shot back, her voice trembling with indignation. "Using such disrespectful words is not only offensive but also complet