Sarcastic Quotes About The Other Woman Novels & Stories

Well, I fucking opened myself up to that one. “As a solution to a problem I in part caused,” I say emotionlessly. “I’m going to assume by the vague answer, you don’t wish to discuss it.” “You’re very astute for a human,” I commend her. Her face slips into an emotionless mask, “Yes, we mere mortals are quite astute. We’ve also mastered fire and invented the wheel,” she says sarcastically. “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know.” “At least one of us has some,” she says, taking another sip of her drink.

She seems tired to counter so she chooses to just clench her jaw. "Thank you for the insult" she sweetly smiles despite wanting to poke the man's eyes. "This is a discussion of two mature individuals, you don't need to be sarcastic" he sneers. "Is it? Well, sorry I didn't get it to be so" she sneers back before she becomes serious. "Cut the crap, what do you want?" she coldly asks. "Let us get married" he casually announces. ****😏****

I tightly closed my eyes, trying to avoid starting an argument just then. "I'm not the kind of woman who goes around frolicking with any man I meet especially humans, so yes, I'm quite certain." I annoyingly remarked. "I apologize for offending you," she said with another sarcastic grin. This talk seemed to be going on for too long. "However, ladies are prone to confusion, don't they? That is nothing to be embarrassed of."

Her smile grew wider but not out of happiness but it was a sarcastic smile. "Fuck him whenever you want but always remember this you will always be his whore. You will always be forbidden. You will always be the other woman," I smiled and nodded my head. I won't let those insults get into me. "But I'll always be the one he loves. I'll always be the one he wants Alice. His heart will always belong to me. He might be with you physically but we both know who owns his heart and it will never be you."

She quipped, "I did not expect you to invite all those people. At first, I was worried that you would invite no one because you didn't want to dirty your new home." While rubbing a grease stain off the floor, I stuck out my tongue at her. I wasn't angry at the remark at all. Instead, I joked, "Oh, don't you know that it's good to have some people around a new place? They help absorb some of the chemicals from the new paint." She rolled her eyes at me. "Ah, stop it. Just admit that your OCD symptoms have improved by leaps and bounds." Then, she grinned cheekily as she spilled some tea. "That handsome psychologist, Theo Lautner, called me a few days ago. He wanted my advice on confessing his l

“You’ve frustrated me from the moment I met you. So before you call me stubborn, look at yourself, sweetheart.” “Sweetheart?” she says in disgust. “Don’t talk down to me, asshole.” I take a deep breath, looking for any indication of the exit she apparently thinks is close. “I’m not talking down to you.” A sarcastic laugh fills the tense space between us. “Just because you’re mad that you’re wrong and I’m right doesn’t mean you have an excuse to be a dick.”

Then she uttered sarcastically, "Seriously?! Are you comparing me with the whore you just marry??" TO BE CONTINUED..

I nodded, pretending to not catch the sarcasm. "I was being fûcking sarcastic," she responded, "And for such a smart guy, you are pretty fûcking stupid." "You know what else is stupid?" I asked. "What?" she questioned, yet her tone implied don't you dare fûck with me. "Taking compromising pictures on your phone," I revealed. "Nude pictures of you and your slutty friends."

To my surprise, he laughed out loud as if the idea of me being a virgin was utterly preposterous. "Here you are, acting like a saint. You're unbelievable!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with irritation and disbelief. "You don't need to be sarcastic and insulting. I won't care what you do with your life, woman. As I've said, you just need to be discreet." "It's funny because you're telling me you're being insulted, yet you immediately start insulting me in the same way. You're truly incredible."

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? If you keep joking like that, I'll get mad!" She glared at him, fists clenched and cheeks puffed. Cyrus blinked and immediately realized she had taken it personally. To be fair, she did meet the "curves" requirement, but she was far from brainless. He laughed and explained, "You misunderstood. I didn't mean you. I meant other people." Scarlett staggered back two steps and covered her mouth. "You're awful! That's too much!" 'It's only been a short time, and he's already thinking about other women? Am I really that lacking in charm? What am I even thinking?' she scolded herself. 'He's just a bad man. A complete degenerate.'