Novel & Cerita Twisted Funny Dark Quotes

I sighed, managing a chuckle. He got up and whispered a thank you. His face was red from embarrassment. " Is that it ?" The old lady said. I gave her a questioning gaze. Was she expecting something else? Cisco and I exchanged looks still trying to figure out what she meant. She shoved me. " Come on! Where's the smoochy smoochy ?" She winked at me. My cheeks burned red in embarrassment. "Yes, come on. That's the final touch." The man said. Even their dog started barking, obviously to voice its opinion.

“You gonna get back to him, or just keep glaring at your phone like it owes you money?” “I don’t owe him shit,” I said, locking my phone and putting it away. "Fuck him." "Ouuu.. "Quinton laughed. "Now I think I know why he's got such a decorated name. ASSWIPE?.... damn." I chuckled. "Trust me, he deserves it." "I don't doubt it. If he's got your panties all twisted like this." "Nigga fuck you." I shoved him as we both laughed. "Don't nobody got my shit twisted."

he teased. I choked on my own saliva and glared at the sorry excuse of my fvcking best friend who was laughing his ass off. “Choked on someone’s c*m ?” he guffawed followed by a screeching “OWWWW” and I did not feel even an ounce of guilt when I burned his nasty butt with a shot of purple fire of Dark Arts. “You b*tch,” Zane cursed while using the power of Dark Arts himself to cool his grilled ass and to cover up the torn patch of his cargoes.

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

“I have been so busy, I forgot what this felt like. Y’all wanna tell me how you’re doing?” None of them was focused on telling me how they were, at all. Sussypucker: You look like sin wrapped in leather. LatexPrince: If I die tonight, bury me with this stream. MatthewLutherQueen: Bounce that ass, Luna. Don’t be shy. ShadowDaddy: How much to see what’s under that harness, huh? C*mStrip: Dance, Queen. Got this lotion ready. CynthiaCorraine: You’re not real. You can’t be real. You’re a hallucination with a killer ass.

An eye for an eye. I read it again. And again. Until the words sat in my head like lyrics I didn’t need music for. A smile crept up my lips. Not a cute one. A wicked one. Then I laughed. I laughed so loud, so hard, it scared even me. Not like anything was funny. But it was funny. In a twisted way. I stormed out the room, went straight to the bar, grabbed a bottle of something—I didn’t even check what it was—and drank it straight.

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

He laughs holding the drink then takes the moment to make fun of me. “You want me to tell everybody here in the bar that the fighter, The Sickle, undefeated UFC champion spends his nights reading romantic novels, this fucked up girly shit, 50 shades of gray, is that it, man? Where is your poetry notebook, you still do that shit, old man?” I don’t answer, telling him to speak low, I raise my middle finger and start to laugh alone, while I prepare an orange juice for myself. “You know what, Jack, go fuck yourself.”

Heh…Crack…Heh…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… Laughter. Sickening twisted maddening laughter. That was all Naraja could hear inside of him after the mysterious black-figure had said those words. Naraja didn’t know why, but he just wanted to beat this thing’s ass so painfully and brutally. Those words and that tone was all too ludicrous. It all just pissed him off to the fullest. Naraja: “Heh, heh. Yeah. Oh yeah. We can definitely reconcile right here and right now you worthless piece of shit!!”

With nothing in mind, he laughed shamelessly! "Hahahaha! Fucking idiots, you two! Hahaha!" "You two are Idiots? How come you have to wear that! That is the wearing clothes of female animals! Hahaha!" "I don't know my friend is this Idiot Haha! Haha!" Dick mocked this out loudly while laughing. Of course he knew to the core about Darkness having him wear that clothes! "....." The "two idiots" which Dick called is boiling from anger. "Oh, oh!" Dick exclaimed.