Unacceptable Synonym Novels & Stories

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

I wasn’t getting a good feeling. I had a hard face against his hard face which softened after I said, “Know that I’m not in a position to put this baby’s life in danger no matter what you think of me. I want this baby protected even if it means protecting him from you… you get me?” I paused, he sighed, nodding his head, “…now, tell me what’s wrong, we will make it right together,” He froze for a moment and then I realised I used ‘we’ instead of the right word. There wasn’t any us, there could never be, mainly because we didn’t match social standards and the least I wanted to be called was someone’s keeper or a gold digger.

The woman blinked, first glaring at them, then offering the child a look of pure pity that Alana couldn't ignore. "You poor dear," she cooed. "Raised a bastard because of selfish parents." Stefan stiffened and pulled the stroller well back from the old woman. "I see that being inexcusably crass has nothing to do with age," he snapped. Alana looked between him and her child, fighting the welling of tears.

“Target is an ugly word for what I intended as a kindness.” “Kindness.” The word came out harder than I meant it to, disbelief and something closer to hurt tangled together beneath my anger. “You drugged a woman you’d never met, in a locked room, based on research you’d compiled about her in advance, and you’re calling it a kindness.”

the VP echoed, “is one word for it. Some of us might say alarmed.” Julian said nothing. Let the silence stretch until it cracked. Finally, one of the senior partners cleared his throat. “Julian, your reputation has been spotless. Unimpeachable. You’ve weathered campaigns that would’ve destroyed lesser men. But this—” He gestured vaguely, like the words were too dirty to touch. “This is different.” “It’s inappropriate conduct,” Marlene added crisply from the corner. She’d been invited as HR’s representative, her pinched smile making Julian’s teeth ache. “It undermines our credibility as a professional organization.”