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I hope to never see him again. Yer here I was making all kinds of noise ranging from scoffing to swearing with every paragraph I read, each word burning into my brain with the idiocracy of this pack. According to the LONG ass list of rules neatly outlined , swearing from females was one of the big no no's here and was a punishable offensive. I can have a filthy mouth even at the best of times and this is going to be tough on me to hold back. My mom would have kicked my ass if she heard some of the shit that came out of my mouth since I left for college, my vocabulary includes words in English and Spanish that would make a sailor's ears burn. I can easily lose it when I'm pissed and this plac

Kaiden gritted his teeth but didn’t argue further. The professor turned his attention back to me. “There will be no fighting. No screaming. No breaking things. If I catch either of you pulling any of that nonsense, you’ll be out on the street before you can blink. I expect you two to act like adults in my house. I do not tolerate these insults you are throwing at each other. You people can cohabit in the same space without stepping on each other’s toes.” I clenched my jaw but nodded. Kaiden did the same, though he looked like he wanted to argue.

"What the fuck? Who did that?" "What the hell, dude!" "Are you a noob, you bloody idiot? Attack the other team!" "Shit for brains, drop your fucking weapon." "What do we do? He's not listening!" "we've lost over half our XP, you fag, stop it!"

STOP VICTIM BLAMING! User292: LOL these people are really lecturing Actor France about what’s right—as if you people have never been horny all your life. Stop putting up shit, you basic sluts! kanatoyourLev: (replying to user_User292) HAHAHAHA! I’ve never laughed so hard with a comment! I totally agree, these people are suddenly all good and righteous as if they never watched porn LOL. To Actor France, if you ever stumbled upon this comment, YOU DID NOTHING WRONG. Stay awesome!

was having a rough day? Isis: A rough day? I just met the guy and I will say it again...he is my professor. I don’t like him...not even remotely and he will never think of me in that way, and it is forbidden. So subject closed. Alex: I swore I saw something when you were looking at him today, I mean maybe you’re suppressing what you feel because you know the chances of having that feeling intensify. Isis: Alex, it will do no one any good if you push me into having feelings for my professor. Just please let this ridiculous notion go! Please! Anyhow I am gonna go take a shower, see ya tomorrow.

“What do you mean it’s not under your control? I was robbed! The fuckers who used my credit card purchased over a thousand dollar worth of items in your shop! Now, why is it not under your fucking control?!” I immediately pinched the bridge of my nose. The voice on the other side was low and husky, yet, the sound of him shouting rang wild in my head. I briefly moved away my microphone and let out a heavy sough. After a second, I smiled on the screen and with a firm grip answered, “Sir, kindly refrain from using profanities. This will be the last time that I will tolerate it. If you cuss once more, I’ll stop entertaining your situation and end the call.”

Bringing his face closer to hers, he whispered into her ears. "I can’t change what is already done. But I can promise you this: I won’t hurt you and your family until you are here with me obediently.” Izzy’s breath hitched at his words, the cruelty in it catching her off guard. He added, "But if you show me your fangs, remember one thing... that mine are way too big than that of yours..."

“You better watch your back.” “Listen carefully, you dipshit. If I find you around Sloane again, I will kill you.” He glares. “Now. Get. Out.”

he smiled faintly, “it’ll hurt.” The man spat blood on the floor. “Fuck you.” Instantly, the air filled with a faint electrical hum. The man screamed, a deep, guttural sound that made me cover my ears. His muscles spasmed violently for a few seconds before he went limp again, panting. Lucas sighed. “Oh, right. Forgot to mention you can’t use curse words either. The system doesn’t like profanity.” My eyes widened. I glanced at him. “What kind of machine is this?” “One that ensures honesty,” he said simply, and a smile tugged at my lips.

“It’s easy when you look like you couldn’t hurt a fly. People have this unfortunate tendency to assume someone who looks innocent won’t hurt a no-good cheating son-of-a-bitch douche bag and his whoring sex puppet tart cake.” Bethany’s uncharacteristic display of profanity forces me to, once again, prove the spit gag does in fact happen outside of the movies and sitcoms. “Flies can’t help that they eat shit,” she continues, “it’s not their fault. Men on the other hand . . . Granted, not all of those were my boyfriends and their tramps. I don’t get around that much. Plus, I don’t think even I could have kept the cops off my back long if too many of my boyfriends and their girlfriends kept disa