Used Profanity Novels & Stories

Alisha commented, her voice tinged with frustration at his insult. It didn't sound good to hear, especially coming from Alice. "It's not my fault that you have a low IQ, but I don't mind explaining. Slutty means behaving like a prostitute," Alice explained, his words lacking any remorse or empathy. Alisha's anger flared at Alice's disgusting explanation. She couldn't believe he would use such derogatory language to describe her actions. Even if she didn't understand many things, Alisha knew exactly what prostitutes were. "You think it's okay to talk to me like that?" Alisha shot back, her voice trembling with indignation. "Using such disrespectful words is not only offensive but also complet

Who would have thought a girl as pretty as she would have such a poisonous tongue? 'F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! So this is the reason why the b*tch did not faint at the sight of raw blood and flesh. I'm out of this! I'm a psycho but this one's another level of psycho! This woman is insane! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!' He got too shaken to the point quite a number of profanities were shouted by his agitated mind. The shock had, in fact, overwritten the self-remorse and other negative feelings brought upon to him by the betrayal of one of his closest confidant a few hours ago.

’ The big body tensed as Lucien Delano realized the full import of what she was saying. Claude had stopped his ministrations as he stared at her, open-mouthed. ’You mean Pier’s piece of pus*y?’ he cried before he could stop himself. He felt the full heat of his father’s anger as Lucien Delano growled, ‘You f*cking do not speak in that way before your mother, do you understand, you f*cking brainless lout?’ Claude seemed to shrink, and Proserpina felt sorry for him. She sighed. Claude fraternized with people who spoke in a coarse, vulgar way. The crudity had rubbed off on him, like a stench that could not be washed off.

Margaret was so angry that she almost fainted. Margaret had always claimed to be a noble lady, surrounded by classy people who wouldn't use profanities. But people on the internet were neither gentlemen nor gentlewomen. They didn't mind swearing when they disapproved of something Margaret could hardly breathe after reading the vulgar curses people threw at the evil mother-in-law and sh*tty husband. She immediately called Edric,

He lifted an eyebrow, gazing at me in disbelief. "You don't have a fucking right to shout at me, pussy." "Mind your language, Romeo," Mr. Banks shouted from across the room. Even though Mr. Banks intervened, I couldn’t just let it slide. He’d just thrown two insults at me—'fucking' and 'pussy.' Who the heck does this asshole think he is? "You don't tell me what to do, Old Roger," Romeo retorted, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

The conversation seemed intense, a weight pressing upon him. After a while, he uttered a frustrated curse under his breath, the word sharp and revealing his discomfort. "Shit."

"Save, sort out again, or shit?" Kat had to crack a smile. When she'd established their three categories, she hadn't told him that shit was a profanity. It got funnier the more he said it. "That's shit." "Shit it is." He carelessly tossed the bear into the biggest box, where it made a satisfying thud. Subconsciously he ran a finger along his cheek and began to dig his nail into the drying wound. She rolled up the old book report she was holding and whacked his hand with it.

The action felt like a period at the end of a sentence I didn’t want to end. Panic and desperation clawed at my chest. The careful, hesitant script I’d rehearsed vanished. The truth, raw and unvarnished, spilled out. “I..I...I like you, Professor Kai.. I just do, I ..I don't know....” I swallowed hard, the confession hanging between us, pathetic and terrifying.

“Open your legs for me you dirty slut” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN “Um, can you not use that word please?” “Why not slut, you’re the one on here whoring yourself.” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN I couldn’t hit the red X fast enough to close down the chat. Furious with him, and deeply frustrated with myself. Was I just broken? Would I be untouchable forever? I walked away from the computer screen and ran my hand through my hair, my auburn curls shifting chaotically as my fingers passed through them. I was embarrassed, hurt and so bloody horny! I couldn’t let him call me that though, that didn’t turn me on. If he only knew, I was anything but a slut. I was almost 21 and still never even been kissed.

“Is that progress?” I unlocked my phone and tried to stay calm. “At most, it’s a trial period.”