Bless Your Heart Meaning Insult Novels & Stories

"What? Not my fault you're dumb and you're bringing a diary into your bag at school. You know everyone hated you so it should be you keeping one eye open for your haters." "As if you aren't hated by everyone as well? Illegitimate daughter of the senator. Home wrecker and a shame to the well respected conservative family!" I chuckled hearing his classic and signature insult to me for a very long time. And then I observed myself... Before, I'd instantly flame up once I hear that from him. And most likely, I'd still have the very same reaction if I hear that from someone else. But it's him. And somehow, that insult has watered down to an inside joke between us two.

"...but they had never had the audacity to near our pack and they would not. So, it's hard for us to just…" "Hey, shut up!" I grimaced, and they all looked at me in silence, their expressions unreadable. I held their gazes, with my eyes burning with determination. "When I say you lots are foolish, it'll look like an insult, when in the true sense it's actually a compliment. You lots are worse off, than being termed foolish. And Look, I am beyond appalled by your shallow-mindedness and the gibberish that's oozing out of your mouth."

He asked "Just kiss the walls" "Olivia, it's weird" "Just don't punch the walls, you hurt yourself or maybe you can punch me but do it slowly because I don't want to bru-" "Why would I punch you?" He laughed "You need a punching bag right?" I asked "Yes but it doesn't mean you will be my punching bag baby" He smirked and pinched my cheeks "I mean if you hit me, you won't gain that" I pointed at his bruise knuckles "If I hit you, I will bruise in here and here" He pointed at his heart and brain

one of the corners of his mouth turned up in a mischievous smile “I know I once said I thought it was impossible and, honestly, a part of me still does, but… You learned how to be heartless… A little.” "Just a little?" she laughed. “Look around. If you were truly ruthless, there wouldn't be so many people here to celebrate your success.” he said, his smile turning sad “That's something you never realized. It was never an offense. It's a compliment. You are too kind to lose your heart someday. And I hope that never changes.” He lifted his hand, running his fingers lightly across her cheek and Millicent only remembered where they were when someone cleared their throat, causing them both to tur

Blessing exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride. “Always give a fool the upper hand, and when they think they’ve won, snatch it away,” I replied, the thrill of victory coursing through me. “But how did you know she would fall for it?” Blessing asked, curiosity lighting her eyes. “Isabella is blinded by her own arrogance. I was provoking her by raising the bid by just a thousand. She wouldn’t back down to save face,” I explained, chuckling at the memory.

He said with a distasteful frown, which didn't even move me one bit. ‎“Thank you for what? I never asked for your help” I informed with a straight face. ‎“You know what, you are ungrateful. An ungrateful spoiled brat is what you are” He dared to insult, like I was supposed to be hurt by that. He didn't have what it took to beat me at any game in life. ‎“And you are a self absurd, opportunistic parasite who thinks he is something just because he has a crown on his head” I insulted, plaguing his interest.

Locking eyes with Giulia, I said with as much conviction as I could manage with my rough, hoarse voice: “I don’t imagine someone like you would like lullabies.” She raised her eyebrow, a smirk on her face. “Someone like me?” “Yeah. A cold hearted bitch. I assume the tortuous cries of prisoners is more your speed. Lullabies are for people with a heart.” Her smile deepened, her eyes flickering amusement. “Nice one, Willow,” she said. “I’d say you really hurt my heart with that insult, but apparently I don’t have a heart to hurt.”

He'll pay for the insurance of my cardiovascular and my respiratory system, I added to my mental note. "I rather think our objective was fulfilled, you look beautiful on my bed." I gasped at his words and shoved him from over me, scowling when he rolled into fits of laughter. I ignored the short feel of his thin tshirt clad chest under my palms and the sound of his laughter, which I termed as ugly and repelling, for my heart's sake. I needed to save my heart until I made the devil pay for that insurance. "You know what I'm talking about, you... you... scoundrel!" I completed my insult at him and immediately scowled when he chuckled. "Your vocabulary is rather admirable, my lady", he said, ca

God really had his favorites. My face threatened to burn. I put the ice pack down and glared at him. "I'm not sure if you're giving compliments or you're lowkey insulting me." Another soft laugh escaped his lips as he flipped the page. "Didn't know saying cute is already a form of insult. Since when did they change the meaning, hmm?"

His words were a dagger to her heart, cutting deep into her self-esteem. His words hurt and she was pained because it was the truth. “Now clean all this mess,” Heath instructed with that cold look in his eyes. “And be a good trophy wife. Fuck him and I will give you a bonus.”