Best Insults Of All Time Novels & Stories

She honestly doesn't have time to talk to this person, because she still has something to prepare for tonight. "You knew the consequences of insulting Reign, and yet you still did it. Now I have no choice but to teach you a lesson." Trent uttered with utmost irritation. Celestin could hear his teeth gritting and she could see his eyebrows furrowed. "You know what, Trent? You sound like an ironic asshole right now. You don't want anyone calling Reign stupid, yet you keep on calling her that as well. Or are you saying that the word stupid becomes a compliment when you're the one telling it? Don't be a hypocrite jerk. If you don't want anyone insulting her, then don't do it yourself. " Celestin

"That idiot called me a 'low life'. Why would I risk getting beaten over you?" My eyes widened at that, embarrassed. Of course, he wouldn't do that for me. Gosh, I'm so stupid! But he didn't need to rub it in my face like that. "Oh." Hurt and humiliations flowing free, but he wasn't done. "I mean come on, look at you. You're boring as hell, too good to even dare to think of something rather fun. You're plain, and childish. And in case you didn't notice, we've met for like a decade and you have to get me drunk in order to endure you following me around like a brainless puppy." Nate laughed cruelly and the first traitorous tear fell. I just couldn't prevent it. But it was as if he couldn't sto

He replied, "Did you say a cobra? What's wrong with Jimmy?" He replied, "Yes, the name of this rope is a cobra rope, and there is a saying that when he is angry, he can bring out fire. Will we witness legendary weapons in the beginner's playoffs?" He hit him from there and hit him from here and Momo started thinking in his mind These deadly insults, and the sarcasm that you inflict on someone you know, all lead to pleasure that can sometimes reach the most extreme degrees. sensual pleasure. I ask you, gentlemen, to listen to a man of the nineteenth century intellectuals who suffers from his teeth.

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

The least movement I made upon hearing his answer was covering my mouth with my hands before it could even spill out sizzling words that were strictly prohibited to say; like fuck, or shit—or in my worst mood, both. As what my best friends Andrei and Benedict described me, I was the King Of Bad Words. I knew all along that it was not the best title or moniker I dreamed of having, but I had no choice. It’s the only thing where I’m good at—Cursing.

He said in a not so friendly voice. "Insulting is when you make up things to hurt other people," I said. My lips formed a wide grin as the feisty side of me fully came out. "I am stating facts, Lord Damon," I said in an erotic way. At the back of my mind, my mouth is already hanging down from laughing so hard.

He lifted an eyebrow, gazing at me in disbelief. "You don't have a fucking right to shout at me, pussy." "Mind your language, Romeo," Mr. Banks shouted from across the room. Even though Mr. Banks intervened, I couldn’t just let it slide. He’d just thrown two insults at me—'fucking' and 'pussy.' Who the heck does this asshole think he is? "You don't tell me what to do, Old Roger," Romeo retorted, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

Through the bond, that same cold emptiness was coming from Zaliver. “You know, that might be the first name that isn’t insulting. I’ve been called much worse—monster, killer, an abomination, and many more. Those are just the ones on the top of my head, but I have to say that’s the one that’s stuck,” he spoke with a large smile on his face, making his words all the worse.

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” “What about ‘persistent’?” He counters. I roll my eyes. “That’s one way to put it.” “Or, maybe ‘physically strong’?” “Absolutely not.” “Smart?” “Good one.” “Right right. Insanely intelligent. That’s better.” “You forgot ‘humble’,” I retort sarcastically. “Ok. How about clever?” “That’s pushing it.” “Frustrating?” “Yes!” I give him a mocking clap. “You finally got one right.”

Just because I didn't want to waste my time learning cursive, something that most people can't even ready, doesn't mean my handwriting was awful. "Your handwritin' is shit." She repeated, handing me back the paper. I snatched it out of her hands, eyeing her gray painted nails appreciatively, before settling down with a glare. I didn't bother to look at what she added or changed to my list. I can always do it later when I put her in her place. I huffed, "Your shit." "That's really the best you can come up with?" "Coming from the bitch who repeated the same insult twice! At least I can work my brain enough to come up with something better."