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Fuck it, everyone curses once in a while. "Arabella. Repeat what you just said-" Father's mad voice shook the walls before I cut him off. "I'm, not, fucking, perfect." I voiced out every word while staring at him angrily. Even though my heart was currently pummeling and was in desperate need of ease, I stood my ground. I watch his hand turn to a tight fist on the table. "Arabella!" Mother gasped in shock. She didn't expect me to repeat the profanity, they both didn't.

"FUCK THIS SHITS!" ********

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! EAT SHIT! EAT A WHOLE BAG OF DICKS, YOU ROTTEN SONS OF BITCHES!” The words hung in the air, vulgar and shocking in their vehemence. In the dead world, language had become functional, stripped down to warnings, commands, and comfort. Profanity of this creative, vitriolic caliber was a relic of a lost civilization, a sound they hadn’t heard with such youthful fury in a very long time.

Amara clamps his jaw shut so hard his bones pop, the rising tension making the air hard to breathe. Luciano looks like his inner beast is two seconds away from ripping through his mafia suit. All his grand effort to look like a legendary teacher is being totally ruined by my single laugh. He feels his entire territory reputation has been deeply insulted, and he completely snaps, shouting, "You hideous, talentless little freak! You have no manners, no proper pack education, and not a single shred of respect for the high alphas! Your very blood is disgusting!" Those brutal words carry massive weight across the borders, and the live chat overlay on the screens explodes into a frenzy of mobile c

“4. No cursing. At all.” “Hold on. Swearing is an act we all do when we are angry so no can do. That’s the only thing I love in this damn world.” I muttered. “5. Don't interrupt when a person is speaking.” He nevertheless continued. “6. No drugs or smoking. 7. No boyfriends or any male friends. If you want than the brothers should approve of it.” “The fuck?” Mumbling, I bit my lip to stop the smirk that was threatening to erupt. “Oh my, than I have to breakup with Ben-10? He was the love of my life.” I dramatically spoke, placing my hand on the chest to feel the nonexistent pain.

Mark told her insultingly " Are you guys okay at all? And you " Mark continued as he pointed a finger at loveth who was on the verge of tears " You fucking slapped someone older than you didn't your senetor of a father teach you to not disrespect your seniors?" Mark asked his face becoming darker by the minutes Golden ,Diana ,Eva and Annalise sat down comfortably watching the on going show " Mark you've got to calm down and stop the swearing they are still kids" Matthew said and Golden nearly rolled her eyes into her head kids indeed

*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.

"Let's teach this faggot a lesson." Oh god...

Was I doing it wrong already? “Bite your lip like that,” he said, his voice… God, I don’t know how to describe it. Like he was trying to contain a volcanic passion. I stared at him. “Why not?” “Because it makes me want to come over there right now and fuck you.” Whoa. Normally I don’t like cursing. I don’t do it. Much. Being stuck in traffic is the only exception. (Don’t you judge me!) It was repeatedly rammed into my head growing up that the use of profanity is crude, unladylike, and a sure sign of lack of intelligence. Only those with the inability to express themselves resort to bad words, my mother must have told me a thousand times.

I can tell he's a very impatient person because yet again he interrupts me. "I never said you could watch N*****x." He crosses his arms. "I was j-just looking for some-something to do." I stutter. "Just don't do it again." He glares at me before leaving again. Why is it such a big deal if I watch N*****x or not?