Unacceptable Synonym Novels & Stories

He had promptly answered his own questions, saying; that perhaps I meant the power of playing God, over the life of whoever was in the car with me. " Oh no." I had said with an exaggerated shudder. " The old man upstairs can keep his job. Why would I want to play at being some one with a bunch of self contradictory annoying rules." " If my parents could hear you." He had said with a chuckle. " They would condemn you to a life of eternal damnation." " Just like they condemned me." His voice was a low murmur at the last sentence. I knew it had not been meant for my ears.

"Maybe we didn't have any casualties, but you sure as heck messed with the morale of our wolf pack, weakened the authority of our Alpha." "Your Alpha is nothing more than a two-faced phony, and knocking him off might actually do your wolf pack some good. Works just fine for me," Kent replied with a cold laugh, unaffected by Celeste's comment. A two-faced phony? Do the pack some good? What was he talking about? Did he know what he was saying? And the man he was talking about Byron? Celeste frowned.

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.

A stern, older woman, the teacher glared down at me. “What do you have to say for yourself?” I hesitated. “Sorry?” “That’s not good enough. It may be acceptable to be late to class wherever you are from, but it’s certainly not acceptable here.” “Unacceptable,” I said, and immediately regretted it. An awkward silence covered the room. “Excuse me?” the teacher asked, slowly. “You said ‘not acceptable.’ You meant ‘unacceptable.’” “OH—SHIT!” exclaimed a noisy boy from the back of the room, and the entire class erupted into laughter.

My big brother's a handful, huh? Alana rolled her eyes. Her sorority sister was a romantic. Alana wasn't. She'd given that up after her fiance broke their engagement. Once was hard enough, but to be dumped twice? Alana had a stellar record, falling for men who seemed to find the right girl after they'd already proposed to her. It was humiliating and the reason she didn't ask a guy for promises. They couldn't keep them. Stefan wasn't any different. Well, maybe a little. He knew the meaning of honor, at least.

“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.”