Profanity Mga Nobela at Kwento

He slapped me hard and I winced in pain. Again everything started becoming blurry. Last I heard 'Shit' and some profanities after which everything blacked out.. ****Please vote,comment and share****

I can tell he was miffed about the boring thing. “You aren't tired Prof. You are naughty. You are with a girl and you want to spend time with her.” Jeff is amused by this. I sigh, I wish you were right Jeff. Vaughn curses under his breath and i hear It, he even makes those words PG 13. Saying Frick instead of fuck. Like fricking Jeff. I am so close to laughing. “Prof, is that her? The girl you always talk about?”

I hope to never see him again. Yer here I was making all kinds of noise ranging from scoffing to swearing with every paragraph I read, each word burning into my brain with the idiocracy of this pack. According to the LONG ass list of rules neatly outlined , swearing from females was one of the big no no's here and was a punishable offensive. I can have a filthy mouth even at the best of times and this is going to be tough on me to hold back. My mom would have kicked my ass if she heard some of the shit that came out of my mouth since I left for college, my vocabulary includes words in English and Spanish that would make a sailor's ears burn. I can easily lose it when I'm pissed and this plac

He yelled. "So what if I was with Noah? Stop trying to control me, I'm not one of your whores" I told him. "Really? Because I'm fucking your tight pussy, am I not?" He asked. I walked to him and rose my hand to slap him across his face but he predicted my move and help my hand. "You're a fucking piece of shit!" I spat and broke free from his hold. "You're a fucking piece of shit and I hope you rot in hell. Noah is way better than you are, so don't ever try to compare yourself to him" I spat and took off. Antonio waited for a few seconds, then he came running after me.

And Nicholas hates that kind of attitude from humans. "Yes. I am. Just started my first day today." Nicholas retorted. "But I disrespect no one, with all due respect sir. Needless to say, I am neither arrogant nor bastard as you referred me. You all know nothing about my past." Nicholas was cautious of his words. The last time he remembered, three minutes of his lifeline was deducted after using profanity in front of Sophia. And the last thing he would want to happen is to get his lifeline to get drained for using unreasonable words.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

"Take my cock like the dirty slut you are." I folded, the filthy words falling from his lips somehow making my pressing orgasm press tighter in my core. "More," I begged, voice breaking, as tears trickled down my chin. "Fuck me harder!" “Beg for it,” he urged. Tears ran down my eyes. “Desmond uhh…” “Say it,” he grunted, breathless, slowing down. “Desmond please,” I croaked, my voice wet with tears. “Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.”

Someone leaned forward. Jamie clicked the remote. The next slide bloomed onto the wall: a raw, unfiltered photo of a woman sitting cross-legged on her kitchen floor. No makeup, hair messy, eating chips straight from the bag while laughing into her phone. “Franklin’s brand has always been polished,” Jamie said. “And that’s fine—it’s part of its DNA. But the world isn’t polished. Not anymore. We’ve learned—especially after the last few years—that people connect with imperfection. They trust it. They remember it.”

I had to jog to keep up, cursing him in my head with every step. Things like: Lumbering ox, musclebound caveman, stubborn cow, lazy alley cat… I’ve phased out the harsher insults from my vocabulary. My profession doesn’t exactly smile upon foul language. And besides, calling someone “stupid” outright? Technically, even that could be defamation. Even if it’s just in your head. “Dean! I’m tired!” “We’re here already.” “This building? When you said ‘Metro Tower Business Center,’ I imagined something else.”

Bash frowned in confusion as Tobi continued, “the pride flag was once used to insult us, faggot was/is used to insult us but rather than cry our asses, we owned the insults, that's how I became this strong, I owned every insult thrown at me , you can do same.” “You mean I should accept that I am a whore but…I am not, “Bash argued but Tobi didn’t say anything. He only looked In his eyes wordlessly explaining things to him. “Say it.” “Say what?” Bash asked. “Say you are a whore.” “What?!” “Say it!” Tobi insisted. After much hesitation Bash said it, “I am a whore…” “Louder!” “I am a whore!” “I can’t hear you!” Tobi shouted.