Profanity Novels & Stories

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.”

"Let's teach this faggot a lesson." Oh god...

I said. The idea was tempting though. I had so much locked inside and it wouldn’t be bad to scream it all out no matter how dark, disturbing and filthy the profanities will be when they leave my lips. “Oh, c’mon! It’s going to be a real game changer to hear you cuss someone. I think you’ll look cute saying something like ‘you piece of shit!” I got defensive. I wasn’t cute, I didn’t want to be. “No I won’t!”

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.”

Fuck. XXX

If I hadn't heard the kind words that other people have said about me, I would have felt completely outclassed by them and their breathtaking beauty. I fixed my gaze on a different person who appeared to be a man. He did not appear to be disliking it, but rather he was annoyed and somewhat uninterested. "I am utterly disgusted that you descended to such low levels to mate with an abomination Prince Salvatore. You are a Royal of very high standards." I gave the woman a sneer. She ought to feel shameful for making such unkind remarks about other people. They were simply rulers in order to enforce the law, not to give in to their egocentric tendencies.

I'm such a hypocrite calling his mouth dirty when I myself can't speak a f*cking paragraph without using a cuss word. But who cares? He has a dirty mouth. Periodt!

Gets louder and louder by the moment until that insanity finally comes to the surface, as he screams laughing in between the following curse words. “Sanity? Oh, please! Tell me all about it as I do not know a damn f****** thing about that s**** word. Insanity? Oh, hell yes! That is me and is all about me. I love that word as I love the ring unto it as it pays me to laugh this way and turn my life in this perfect living hell, I never believe I could ever have. Damn those f****** people and in my original world who did nothing but to step unto the weak and take everything of what they think they can just because they are rich and powerful. Damn is this life which I hated and love, as I love ga