Profanity Novels & Stories

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

Fuck it, everyone curses once in a while. "Arabella. Repeat what you just said-" Father's mad voice shook the walls before I cut him off. "I'm, not, fucking, perfect." I voiced out every word while staring at him angrily. Even though my heart was currently pummeling and was in desperate need of ease, I stood my ground. I watch his hand turn to a tight fist on the table. "Arabella!" Mother gasped in shock. She didn't expect me to repeat the profanity, they both didn't.

A lot of sour emotions at once. Fuck...

Because she stopped, the hypnotized mafia men managed to catch up with her, also halting their steps and alertly standing by behind her. The smell of something rotten and festering assaulted their noses. Low guttural noises sometimes drifted to their ears together with heavy sounds of footsteps. As the camera focused on the scene in front, almost everyone watching shouted and asked, 'What the f*ck is that!?' Of course, there were some variations in the phrase depending on the language and intensity of the shock. However, what was sure that for the next minutes that passed, the chat room was filled with profanities and expression of disbelief. Not few left a whole text of prayers.

ucking believe a slut like you.  You would be sued for defamation of Laura’s character and I hope she makes sure you rot in fuc.king jail where you fuc.king belong like a disgusting flea you  Bit.c.h  Sl.ut  W.h.ore ‘Her use of this much language is hurting my already tired brain cells. Can’t she type on sentence without the F or B words?’ I sighed as she rained colourful insults on me one after the other. Again, I was reminded that sometimes demons can look innocent and harmless, like Laura.

One message. Shit.

He spat. "Have you become a damn slut now?" His voice was harsh, dripping with disgust.

“Truth.” “Okay, do you pee in the shower?” Tarja asks him, clear grin on her face. That should get his head out of the gutter. “Yep, I mean it flushes away immediately and when I gotta go, I gotta go.” He says laughing. Tarja looks at him, disgust clear on her face. “Sorry babe.” He chuckles, leaning in for a kiss. “Oh hell no!” She pushes him away from her chuckling, but he just pulls her closer planting kisses all over her face.

He said with a smile. "How did you know, now tell me." I asked out of curiosity. "The same. They are eye-fucking each other whenever they see each other, but never confessed." He said with a content smile. "Stop using those words. I hate swearing. Don't talk dirty." I punched his arm playfully. "Woah! Seriously! You know what, there are many things that we can and can't describe in words." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. Oh god! He doesn't even filter the words.

I obeyed, humiliated tears mixing with the drool running down my chin. They degraded me nonstop with words that burned deeper than the physical roughness. “Worthless basement cumdump.” “Free-use cousin pussy.” “Grandma’s little secret whore getting passed around like a party favor.” Each insult made my body react, clenching tighter around them despite the shame flooding my mind.