Arabic Insults Novels & Stories

She literally hated them for letting her hand go , when they were supposed to held them. " You moron !! You haven't been called, but choosen by the high God." Aspar said while calling her moron. With that Elios glared at him to shut the hell up. Which made aspar feel offended. " I apologise for disrespecting you and high gods choice!!" He said while clenching his fist. He called her moron which is an insult and he was also insulting the high gods choice. He had no choice but to apologise.

“That brainless, two-faced, lying, backstabbing, good-for-nothing piece of trash! He will surely be punished by God and he will be rejected Wherever he goes.” I choked on my cookie and blurted out. What were these insults that I just heard? “Mom!” But, she wasn’t done. “That miserable thing! That cockroach in human skin! The day he was born, the heavens must have sighed in regret! Look at him, walking around in expensive suits, thinking he is important. Oh, he has no idea what has befallen him.” I covered my face as the insults rang in my ears. “Oh my God,” I screamed and My phone rang again.

He is crazy… Silly. "What a way to insult" sarcasm sprang from me even though I didn't plan it. The curly brunette laughed and crushed out the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray. He got up, resting his elbows on the table and the beige light reflected in his eyes the personality of an angel and a demon in the same body. —I don't like insults, my culture is special. "What culture?" He shrugs. "One who believes me." —And your culture doesn't let you insult even your stupid boss?

He took a little step back, so that my index finger wouldn't hit him. How dare he say that! Of everything he said, that's the only thing I understood. In vain! Did he just call me stupid!? If your learning a new language the first thing you really remember are curses, bad words, swearing, and insults! That's proven and tested by yours truly. So I know very well what non in Feysac means! Does he think I'm that stupid! Yes I know if I'm stupid but only me, myself, and I can insult myself hmmp!

He paused after each insult as if he was afraid the victims would miss a word. "I've got news for you, the Elite Alliance, and your backers!" "You are so corrupt, you make a sewer rat look like a saint!" "Your business practices are so shady, you must have a direct line to the underworld!" "You are a disgrace to the human race, a slimy, spineless, soulless excuse for a creature!" "Your greed is so rampant, that it is like a cancer eating away at the very fabric of society!" "You are a master class in hypocrisy, a wolf in sheep's clothing, with a tongue as forked as a snake's!"

"Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?" "One day that disrespectful tongue of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble," he said silkily, advancing menacingly towards her so that she backed away—until her legs met the end of the bed and she had nowhere else to go. "Do you know what the punishment is for insulting a member of the Royal House of Qubbah?"

Why are you doing this? Uthman ➡ Why? Your stupid son... humiliated me at the bread shop... If I touch him people will think I'm a brute but if I assault you, nobody will do anything... You're nothing but a worthless wh*re, NOW SPREAD YOUR FILTHY LEGS. . Safina ➡ Go to hell bastard. .

My hand instinctively tightened on the dagger strapped to my thigh, hidden beneath my tunic. “What is a slut like you doing among such noble men?” His voice, a low, venomous hiss, sliced through the quiet air around me. It was barely above a whisper, meant only for my ears, cutting me deeper than any shouted insult could have. The word, 'slut,' hung in the air, a vile, sticky thing that clung to me. My blood ran cold, then boiled. How dare he? All the exhaustion, all the pain of the mission, was forgotten in a sudden surge of pure, unadulterated rage.

I said, stepping forward, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Àbí ori è dá rú ni? Ta ní é lè yìí, pànkèrè wò gown! Ò gbádùn ní!” (Is this one crazy? Who is this? Stick in a gown, Are you not okay?) he snapped as soon as I spoke. His insult hit me squarely, and my face flushed with embarrassment. I might not speak Yoruba as fluently as they do, but I understand the language like mad.

“It is childish to ignore people and it is ignorant to turn down a good offer because of.. stupid reasons.” “Very articulate.” I mock him because he usually prides himself on sounding oh-so sophisticated. “So now I am not only a child, but I am also ignorant and have stupid reasons for doing stupid things. Good to know. I will just add that to yours and Noah's other insults.” I glare at him and he huffs angrily. “Do not ever compare me to him,” Andras growls quietly. “Oh, but you are acting just like him.” I hiss back at Andras.