Best Insults Of All Time Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

” I teased and stuck my tongue out to annoy him which totally worked. “It’s still you, crazy vamp !!!!” Rob yelled. “Such a crappy Beta,” I murmured quietly but loud enough to infuriate my best friend. “Such a douche Dragon,” he snorted. “Such a crippled wolf,” I retorted back in the same tone as him. “Disgusting skunk” “Rabid dog” “Mad Monkey” “Ass’ hole” “Bull’s Shit” “Nick’s piss” “What the hell ?” Nick protested but we were too busy fighting right now to bother about Nick and were neck deep in the competition of who would hurl hurting curses faster and better.

That monster, that bastard! "Rarrrhhhhhhhh" I screamed, I cried, I couldn't believe this! He insulted me! He used me like I was nothing! He said I wasn't even a good slut! The bastard, the asshole! I looked at my hands, still having that burning feeling, I looked at my tummy filled with purple and blue marks... I couldn't believe what he did to me. Why? What have I ever done wrong to this world.

ucking believe a slut like you.  You would be sued for defamation of Laura’s character and I hope she makes sure you rot in fuc.king jail where you fuc.king belong like a disgusting flea you  Bit.c.h  Sl.ut  W.h.ore ‘Her use of this much language is hurting my already tired brain cells. Can’t she type on sentence without the F or B words?’ I sighed as she rained colourful insults on me one after the other. Again, I was reminded that sometimes demons can look innocent and harmless, like Laura.

She glared. “ Shut it” Hudson snapped. “Hey, don’t dare tell me to shut it idiot” Alvara warned. “ Asshole!” Hudson mouthed. “ Lummox!” Alvara spat back. “ Nitwit” “ Goof” “ Witling” “ Jackass” “ Mooncalf” “ Dolt” “ Enough you two!” John yelled angrily at them when he couldn’t beat their childish insults. “ What’s so hard in the both of you working together to get things done, must you fight over everything?” He half yelled.

They had all made one simple mistake: they underestimated me. I locked my eyes as cold fury satiated my veins. “Your insults aren't even creative,” I said calmly. “But maybe if I was obsessed over a guy and forced to come to his wedding—forced to watch him kiss the woman he actually chose—I would be bitter too,” I mused. “Though I definitely wouldn't act as pathetic as you do right now…”

They look at us as though we're the filthiest thing they've ever seen. "They are no longer members of the Elite Family," "They deserve it," "Poorer than beggars," "Poorer than rats," says one. "Fallen Beckett's," From the rest, these are the top insults and ridicule I've heard so far. They were once my father and mother's pals, but now they only say terrible things to them as a result of a sharp aching in my chest. I'm not sure if my mother heard them or is simply pretending not to, or if she is allowing them to make fun of our family.

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

- and I'd do it a second time. You aren't bad until you've ever frozen someone's underwear as payback. -every single one of them. You aren't bad until you've ever replaced someone's possessions with something else. - I replaced his books with bricks. You aren't bad until you can threaten your enemy and get away with it. - sassiness runs through my veins. You aren't bad until you've won a fight. - poor poor Luka. You aren't bad unless you've insulted someone repeatedly and are still breathing. - Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime.

His dad scolded him. “What a stupid man! To think it”s possible for a woman like me loves a man like you? Don”t make me laugh! A fat, black and poor man like you is such an eyesore!” Bunga insulted him. “What a loser! There”s no way I'll be a friend of the likes of you! Just die already!” Anto insulted him.