To Kill A Mockingbird N Word Page Novels & Stories

“That Omega is nothing but a traitor! She's a murderer!” Her words stirred up the crowd and they began to whisper. “I knew there was something off about her. So she killed Nuella.” “No wonder. She was always jealous of her.” “She's a filthy little whore!” Those words hit me like whiplash, each syllable a fresh wound until the real pain came. The first strike sent me sprawling to the ground. It was followed by a kick to my stomach then a lash of the whip against my back. The scent of my blood filled the air.

You got the part. ** Knickers? What the hell? Damn right I need to be your pup’s godfather. I’m not going to allow him to use words like ‘knickers’… Choose Gio and baby Alpha heir will probably be saying, “Oh, duh-ddey, American football is such a poppycock game. My brain gets knackered watching. I feel like going to the loo every time I try to understand what’s going on, to be honest, duh-ddey.’ ** Gunner tries his best to mock Gio’s way of talking--- British slang with his signature asshole tone.

His voice drops to a murmur, "Shhh, doll face. It's going to be okay, I got you." I sniff and my words spill out between sobs. "How could he do that? You should've seen his face, Atticus. He wanted to kill me. He just—" My voice cracks. "He just threw me away like I was nothing to him." His hand comes up, rough fingers catching my chin and tilting my face toward him. I can't look away, not when those dark eyes bore into mine. But the sight cuts me open because I don't just see Atticus. I see Silas too. The same bone structure, the same sharp jawline, the same damn eyes.

Everyone yelled at the top of their voices and I turned towards Richard to ask if he understood the meaning of the word surprise, only to meet him in a half-kneel position with an opened ring box in hand. "Marry me Mokunfayo, please?" He muttered pleadingly, with doe eyes and almost trembling lips. Shit hit the fan. AN: ajadi apeere is a Yoruba insult for a woman who lost her innocence in a shameful way. **** signifies flashback and end of flashback.

“My bad. This one’s still too strong to die by ingestion as well.” As he returned to the table to pick another syringe to play with, Nessa hissed, “You’re despicable!” Alissa’s claw went right through Nessa’s ear, making Nessa scream before she retracted her claw to let the blood ooze from the area. Greg scoffed his signature dark scoff. “Do you even know what that word means?” He picked another syringe, looking at it through the ceiling lights before setting it down and moving on to the next syringe as he said, “It means ‘morally reprehensible’. I doubt any of us in this room have the right to use that word against each other seeing that none of us are saints. Let’s get real here - being wh

He only felt sorry for me and wanted to help. I'd apologize to him when he comes back from jail or tomorrow. If the case was actually murder as rumoured, Blake would never get out of jail! My body shivered at thought but I can't go out again, it's late and besides visitors won't be allowed again by now. Glossary (as used in the passage). Oniranu: An immoral person. Aséwó òṣì: slut or prostitute. Oyinbo: a white man/woman. Aye e ti bàjé tan!: You're in trouble.

I stopped beside him, dropping my voice low. Marcus looked up from the book in his hands, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Yo, look! To Kill a Mockingbird." He held it up with a wide smile. "Haven't read this since freshman year. Mrs. Sinatra made us write that essay, remember? About justice and shit? I failed it, but I remember the hilarious presentation you gave, you almost wet your—" "Don't you want to get out of here?" I asked, incredulous.

“You’re upset.” I turned to him sharply. “Of course I’m fucking upset!” I wasn’t just upset. I was furious. I was disgusted. I was done. I clenched my fists. “And no one ever stops it?” His lips pressed together. I scoffed. “Of course not.” Because the Mockingbird wasn’t just a stupid, twisted game. It was a tradition. A tradition of the rich. The powerful. The untouchable. I inhaled sharply, shaking my head. “That’s fucking sick trying to put someone down.”

Unable to leave, she braved a quick glimpse up at her tormentor and was immediately entrapped by the swirling depths of disdain in his chillingly soulless eyes. "Cat got your tongue, freak?" Caleb taunted with a serpentine hiss. "Or are you just too scared to admit the truth - that you're a worthless, defective waste of—" The hard crash of a book against the desktop mercifully broke him off as Mrs. Wilkin entered with her signature disapproving look. "That's enough from you, Mr. Matthews," she reprimanded sharply. "Perhaps you'd like to share your insights on how To Kill A Mockingbird's exploration of societal injustice with the rest of the class?"

May blinked her eyes, her mouth hanging open since it couldn't comprehend the shocking words that Edric had voiced out. "W-what?" her voice failed to be coherent. Nonetheless, due to her moving lips, he knew what she had said. "You heard me. Why fight over that? When you can just rewash the clothes." May's hands flew to her head as she exclaimed. "Mogbe!" It was a common word she'd heard so many Yoruba people say whenever they feel like they're dead or they've lost a battle. Bella was watching the scene and visibly enjoying the new Nollywood drama playing out in front of her.