Best Insults Names Novels & Stories

he grunted and headed down the hall, an orange backpack slung over one shoulder. I couldn’t help it. I snickered. “Mind your own business lesbo.” Jane scoffed at me. I rolled my eyes. “Real inventive, you homophobic bitch. Being called a lesbian, whether true or not, isn’t an insult. My moms are fucking awesome. But don’t worry, even if I am a muff diver, you couldn’t pay me to touch you.” I scoffed and pushed past her into English. That was these unimaginative snotty little shits best insults. They really do lack creativity. In two years of attending this school, they’ve only thrown insults at me because I have lesbian mothers or the usual ginger remarks. I heard better insults when I atten

Suddenly, just like that, a fry flew and hit me on the forehead snapping me out of the silent anxiety attack. “Stop staring off like that, it creeps me out, you freak!” He teased with a playful tone and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel offended by the name calling. After all, I did introduce myself as a freak when we first met. “Jerk,” I decided to play the ‘who gets the last insult’ game. “Bitch.” “Man-whore.” “Hoe.” “Dickhead.” “Ass-hat.” “Fucktard.” “Imbecile.”

I smiled, picturing her animated expression. "Also, Lucas is such a manipulative asshole," she continued. "Reminds me of my idiot brother William. Both of them think they're so smart when they're actually just privileged morons." "Tell me more about how much you hate Lucas," I encouraged, finding unexpected comfort in her rage. What followed was a barrage of colorful insults and creative name-calling that had me actually laughing out loud for the first time in days. "...and his eyebrows look like two caterpillars having a staring contest..." "...has the emotional intelligence of a brick..." "...couldn't find his way out of an open field..."

Sigrid glanced at him resentfully and whined, "You didn't even put in any effort to let me win." George remained serious as he claimed, "I can't. We have a bet, remember?" Sigrid was speechless. Hmph! He was really mean! George laughed and hugged her in an attempt to appease her anger, "You little fool." Sigrid was not going to fall for it. She frowned in a fit of anger, "I'm pretty smart, mind you. I'm not silly! You've been giving me pretty insulting nicknames recently, like pig or fool. I'll get angry!"

"It's a name for us dreamers, alright? It's not so demeaning as it is a compliment-" "Please," Liviana rolls her eyes. "I'm not so much of an imbecile to know when I'm being insulted. So, please. Don't try to convince me that isn't picking fun at my brains. Because you thinking that I'll believe it- well, that's even more insulting than the name itself." Louise gasps, "Liviana-" "I'm sorry, Louise." Liviana sighs, reaching around the woman to place her drink down while apologizing for coming off so harshly. "That was rude of me. But, honestly, I'm not sure it's worse than being labelled as an idiot-"

"He doesn't care about you or another apart from himself. Good for nothing fool." Alden's shoulders squared at the insult, and pair of eyes swung in his direction in expectancy for him to react, but he didn't. " Can we eat this meal peacefully without insults and name-calling?" Nicky chirped in. " Everyone can pretend to be wise in their eyes," Alexia replied, and Nicky's eyes flew to hers. "It's not my fault some people's foolery is published all over the streets." Nicky quipped. Both women stared at each other with fury in them, before Alexia burst into laughter confusing Stiles and Martin.

“Ugh, who is this ugly bitch talking to?” “You’re a gremlin. Or maybe just a slut.” “You stutter so much… Maybe your mouth’s only good for sucking dick.” …I’m not so thick-skinned that their insults don’t hurt. They’ve been getting rather creative, and the fact they circle around me, corner me, always makes my back itch. But I’m still motivated. I won’t let them ruin my paradise, especially not for anyone else. “If you…continue. Uhm.” Huff. Breathe. “If you continue…t-this, we…we will have to call someone to remove you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him in that regal stance of hers and folded her arms calmly while he was fuming. “Do you want me to spell it out?” she mocked in a detached manner as if she didn’t really give a damn. “Why not? Let’s hear it,” he yelled, so furious that he didn’t notice the whole class staring at them both, enjoying the ugly scene they were creating-or more probably he was creating. “The loose character type. The one who doesn’t spare anyone wearing skirts!!!” “Oh,” Ashton exclaimed feeling the full impact of a blow at her words. “And you are the ‘touch me not’ kind, aren’t you? Think you are pretty special, don’t you? Well, let me tell you that you are not the only fish in the pond.

It pissed him off. “Listen up, Larson. My name is Carl Mann. Not Eric f**king Cartman. Call me by that name again, and I’ll f**king tear you apart!” Carl snarled angrily. There was nothing he hated more than being referred to by that terribly insulting nickname. Zayn smiled. “Whatever you say, Cartman.”

Ugh! I still can't get over the fact that she had the audacity to actually call me a stalker and insinuate that I'm a kidnapper. The look on her face when I returned her ID was hilarious, but I mean what kind of name is Isabelle? Sounds prissy. I prefer dark names such as Kendra or Chrystal, anything that makes me purr. Isabelle doesn't make me purr. I just have to stop thinking. I can't let it infuriate me any further. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Repeat. That's it. Mind officially cleared now. I'm okay.