Novel & Cerita Watch Your Profanity

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

Secret photos that never surfaced. Poor bastard ran from that situation like the building was on fire and has been acting weird ever since. If you ask me, the girl got under his skin. Badly. “I’m whipped,” he blurts suddenly, waving the bottle around like it is part of a cover-up. “I’m fudging … fulk … ug … fucking fucked, dude!” At least he’s trying not to swear. We’re all struggling with that these days. The women in our lives have turned profanity into a punishable offense. They even gave the kids little swear jars to carry around.

Worried. It was a depressing remainder of my father's death but I sing it a lot. I stopped when I saw movements in a dark alley. It dawned on me that I was in a deserted street now and had been too absorbed in my song to realize earlier. As I moved closer, I began hearing voices. “I’m going to teach your father some manners. Don’t worry you’ll only be a scapegoat,” a male husky voice said. “Yeah, it will stain his reputation. He’ll be ridiculed,” another said.

I was done hiding who I really wanted to be. "Watch yourself," Symon growled, the tip of his shoes connecting with mine and his forehead inches away from mine. "I don't have to watch anything but if I were you I'd take a couple steps back," I said as calmly and nicely as I could muster. I had noticed a few professors watching. Symon chucked, taking a step back as he raised his head to the sky and took a deep breath. "He's going to ruin you," he muttered under his breath.

(okay, now pullout, let me continue with my work) Johnson ➡(what!?) Wetin u say? (what did you say BigBam ➡Ah, ah, I say remove am now! I wan continue work. (I said remove your dick, so that I can continue withy work) Johnson ➡You're not okay! 😡

WARNING! This book may contain content that may be harmful for sensitive readers. There are acts of violence depicted in this book, physical and emotional abuse, expicit sexual content, and a wide range of profanity. I do not find the need to issue warnings each time a chapter containing these are being read so please make sure you are comfortable with reading this book before continuing...

“You must be happy about the good news, thinking you’re in the clear now.” “What do you want from me, Roman? Are you not tired?” “I don’t want anything from you. After all, your pussy must be loose from our professor fucking you.” I gritted my teeth at his insult even if I wasn’t surprised by it. Turn down a man and they resort to slut shaming you. It was nothing new. “If you have nothing to say, I’m going to end the call now.” “It’s fine. You can end the call. I just wanted to check up on you and see how you’re doing. See you on Monday.”

*We could talk after class? Was that a question, a request, or a demand? Either way, I wasn't up for that. I crumpled up the paper, fixing my gaze back on the professor. He slid another down my shoulder. *I promise I don't bite* Nah, you just fuck and dump. Geez. Mum's gonna kill me if she knows I say nasty words like fuck. I crumpled it up again. I felt him sliding down another and I just couldn't take it anymore.

I bet he smirks too. " Yo .." I giggles as we team up together to beat up Kennedy's avatar. " Fuck.." she exclaims once she lost. " My ten dollars." Gray says to Kennedy as he drops the pad. " Why?" " You said 'fuck' Kenny. And that's inappropriate for a seven year old. Ten dollars please.." " Gray , it's supposed to be five." " No. You're not allowed to swear. You're too young for that so you're giving me ten."

Because she stopped, the hypnotized mafia men managed to catch up with her, also halting their steps and alertly standing by behind her. The smell of something rotten and festering assaulted their noses. Low guttural noises sometimes drifted to their ears together with heavy sounds of footsteps. As the camera focused on the scene in front, almost everyone watching shouted and asked, 'What the f*ck is that!?' Of course, there were some variations in the phrase depending on the language and intensity of the shock. However, what was sure that for the next minutes that passed, the chat room was filled with profanities and expression of disbelief. Not few left a whole text of prayers.