Rude Novels & Stories

"Sign your name, Maren. Unless you want to watch that monster walk out of this courthouse holding a child who isn't even his." He was arrogant. Cold. A billionaire predator who looked at her desperate, tear-stained face and saw nothing more than a useful pawn on a chessboard. Maren Jenkins had no money, no lawyers, and only forty-eight hours before her late sister's infant son was handed over to the abusive monster who helped drive her sister to her grave. She was out of options. So, she signed the contract. Gideon Cole didn't offer her a fairy tale. He offered her a war. As a rival billionaire with a blood feud against the opposition, Gideon needed a wife, a public image, and an

A lump seemed to stick at the bottom of her throat as she found herself speechless yet she whispered in her best low voice " I have a boyfriend Mr. Ass! You better keep your dirty tricks in your pockets for someone you deserve as dirty ass as you! Get your hands off me! " " Oh please! I request you to stop daydreaming! Have you seen your face, it turns me off at its sight! " Rudra said just to get a painful kick on his leg. But he clenched his jaw before adding " You better not cause any harm to my young prince. If a single strand of his hair gets any harm you will be better as dead as meat! Also, my taste is not bad to have things for you. I can have as many pretty ladies as many I want. Wh

I said while still checking him out. He smirked before focusing on the road. "Then what's in your vocabulary?" he asked. A playful smile appeared on my lips as I get near him. I could see his forehead furrowed back to me then on the road. "Holding this is rude," I mumbled as I touched his crotch. He automatically step the break. "Fvck!" he cursed and glared at me. I shrugged before adjusting to sitting again. A victory smile plastered on my lips.

said Raven in a cold voice. "I like you, young lady. You're so bold. You're brazen to answer me that way." said Janus with a big smile on his face. "I'm just being frank. I'm not a courteous person. Also, it'll be more rude of me if I will put a facade, isn't it?" Raven retorted. "Yeah. You're right." Janus agreed.

Rudy yelled at his son again. He ignored his father’s anger. He hurriedly looked for his cellphone and immediately turned it on. “Dad, look, and my cousin has a message, so calm down.” Rudy rushed to his son and grabbed his cellphone to read his nephew’s message. He breathed a sigh of relief when he read that it was okay, then he returned his son’s cell phone. He is not really blood related to David, but that is how he treated him, and only a few people know that.

“Keep that mediocre mentality, and you’ll stay like this your whole life, blaming others for your tantrums.” “You know what? I don’t even know why I called you. Get out of here,” she ordered angrily. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, turning to leave. “You’re a horrible man. You have no heart; there’s just a big, hard rock in your chest,” she yelled after him, furious. Lison turned back to her and smirked. “See, you’re not the poor, helpless twenty-something orphan after all,” he mocked. “You’re disgusting.”

I asked but he just stared at me for a bit before going inside and slamming the door. What the... How rude! How fucking rude! How the hell can a man be that rude! He's being too much! Too much I tell you! If he have something to say, why don't he tell me in my face! Is he a coward? Why the fuck is he mumbling like a spirit there? And when I asked he'll just walk away? Even slamming the door that hard! Fucking bastard. Just why is he there? Why does he have to live here?!

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. I regret it all, and I swear, from now on, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.” But Gurdeep wasn’t ready to accept the apology so easily. His emotions, suppressed for so long, erupted in an instant. Without warning, his hand shot out, delivering a sharp slap across Rudra’s face. The sound echoed through the hall, shocking the few remaining family members who witnessed it. Rudra didn’t flinch; he didn’t raise a hand to defend himself. He stood still, his face stinging, but his heart accepting the blow as his rightful punishment.

We rushed outside to see who it was. We saw Jane and a guy I hadn't met before. She was rude to the guy. I think the guy bumped into her in a rush, and he apologized, but trust Jane to be rude as always. "So sorry," the guy muttered, bending down to pick up the file that had fallen off her hand when he bumped into her, trying to make up with her. "My goodness, how rude are you?" Jane looked at him with disdain evident in her expression, while Amelia and I looked like we weren't surprised by her rude demeanor.

He stepped closer, until she could smell his cologne…sharp, expensive, threaded with something warm she hated herself for noticing. His hand lifted, knuckles grazing her jaw so lightly it sent heat skittering down her spine. “I’m practical,” he murmured. “I protect what’s mine.” His touch lingered a second too long. Her skin prickled under it, a humiliating mix of fury and something she refused to name. She slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed. Luca only laughed softly, dangerously. “You agreed to be touched, sweetheart. You agreed to carry something far more intimate than my hand on your skin.”