Words Instead Of Said Novels & Stories

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She said angrily. "I'm sorry!" I said. "I thought you couldn't take it anymore." I added. "If I couldn't take it anymore, then I would have used the safe word." She said to me. It dawned on me that I had even forgotten that we always had a safe word.. something we usually said when the sex was too intense and one person could not take it anymore. The word was BAND. I never knew why she picked such random words to be our safe word and never told me why.

He figured synonyms were words that meant the same thing. The new guy turned to him and gave him a pointed look, as though his choice of words were a warning. 'Obliterate,' Mike thought. 'He's going to obliterate my life if I don't do what he wants.'

“Go on and tell me, do you miss me?” “Sofia cut the crap, what do you want?” “Oh fuck me, I forgot the cold Alpha doesn’t have the words miss and love in his dictionaries yet he had the in-between words that come with love and missed, the big bad wolf had the F word, so are you ready for a hard Fuck.” “Sofia…” I called in frustration. “Hey stop acting like you hate the F word when you are a Fuck boy.” “Sofia please stop it, I have things to fix, we will talk later.”

Αναλυτικό. The word cut through the moment like a blade, carried by an eerie voice that chilled me to the core. And then, it all stopped. Collins sat back, gaze shifting away as though he’d never moved. In that instant, I felt like nothing more than a subordinate bowing before her master. "You don’t need the book. The word translates to Analic," he said sharply. "Who is Analic?" I asked, my voice steady though my pulse wasn’t.

Surveillance footage? I knew there were cameras. Back when Mom’s paranoia was at its worst, she had hidden tiny cameras all over the apartment to watch Dad. “Once we recover the footage, we’ll know exactly what happened that morning.” After saying that, the two officers walked away. I swung my legs back and forth and stared blankly at the glass room across from me. I couldn’t see inside. My science teacher had mentioned this kind of glass before. A one-way mirror.

Words and phrases that are not used in this time anymore would be a pleasure to experience in books. Imagine being called ‘Binibini’ or ‘Ginoo’, imagine how someone asks about your day with a more caring and endearing phrases and not just the words “How was your day”, or when a man confesses his love to a lady, without just telling her the words “I love you”, instead they would say,

“What I said… at the hotel…” I had to pause. I looked down at the wad of cash in my hand. My solution for everything. It looked stupid now. Pathetic, even. “It was…” I tried to say ‘a mistake,’ but that was too small. ‘Uncalled for’ was too weak. The words weren’t there. The right words, the ones that would actually cost me something, never are. I just had to push through with the blunt, ugly ones. “It was cruel. And… unnecessary.”