Profanity Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He shouts at me, putting all his power in his command. Jenna’s knees give out, she falls to the floor, crying out at the sheer force he sends my way. Anger starts to fill my veins, so much anger it turns to white hot fury. My leg starts to bleed again, but I hardly notice the blood dripping down my leg as I ground myself. “FUCK NO!!” I scream to him.

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.

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.

“Open your legs for me you dirty slut” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN “Um, can you not use that word please?” “Why not slut, you’re the one on here whoring yourself.” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN I couldn’t hit the red X fast enough to close down the chat. Furious with him, and deeply frustrated with myself. Was I just broken? Would I be untouchable forever? I walked away from the computer screen and ran my hand through my hair, my auburn curls shifting chaotically as my fingers passed through them. I was embarrassed, hurt and so bloody horny! I couldn’t let him call me that though, that didn’t turn me on. If he only knew, I was anything but a slut. I was almost 21 and still never even been kissed.

She was now getting tired of everything, she then hissed and pushed the book to the other end of the table. " shit" she yelled out of frustration as her eyeballs gaze at the annoying book she threw away like it would burn up if she kept on staring at it. Still burning in fury she heard a sound, there were fewer people at that spot where she sat so why does it sound like someone was there unnoticed all this while? Her eyes traced the sound down to a silhouette, she narrowed her gaze fiercely trying to catch a glimpse of something or someone down the dark side of the library, over the end of the third bookshelf.

“How to know that sh*t?” “Hey!” I faced my body to him. We were just an inch apart. “That is not…” I could not continue that word because that was a curse. “Say it!” “Why are you saying vulgar things? Like Zephyrus?” It was hard for him to chuckle when it ca,e to me, but now he was chuckling. “Because it’s a delight to say blunt words like sh*t. I feel like I’m...free. I’m a normal person living in the city.” He looked at the river, threw another rock.