Novel & Cerita Deadpool Insults

"That doesn't make you all that special though. Personally I think you are a horrible, bitter bitch and lousy company for any non-masochist. I'm going to help you in the same way I'm going to help everyone else here. This is despite me feeling confident that not a single A****n on this planet has a living father. They've never had brothers because their mothers murdered them. Your crappy attitude doesn't influence me one way, or the other. You are a horrible fucking person born to a horrible fucking race – my race, the A****n Host." "You kill your fathers and sons," Delilah mumbled as she looked from face to face, finding not a single bit of denial, or shame. "I thought that was so much Gree

The hum of voices grew louder, punctuated by Scarlett’s sharp retorts. “Fuck you, DeLuca!” she spat, her voice echoing through the hangar. “You’re a coward… A pathetic little man who has to kidnap kids to feel powerful.” DeLuca chuckled, a low, menacing sound. He stepped closer to her, and his shadow loomed over her small frame. “You’ve got your father’s mouth, kid. Shame he’ll never hear it again.” Scarlett glared up at him, her mouth twisted into a smirk. “He’ll find me. And when he does, you’re dead.”

The asshole has the most poisonous tongue that I've ever heard speak and always knows how to render me speechless with the words he hit me with and how hard he hits. My two backups, Ivar and Henrik, are not with us, making me feel more vulnerable. "A hyena! A grinning hyena! I look like a grinning hyena when I laugh? C'mon bro, are you crazy? You couldn't compare me to a more majestic animal like a– a Lion? It had to be a Hyena!" "What!?..." He says, still chuckling. "You compared me to a pussy, chicken, and many more some minutes ago. They're not majestic so what's the big deal?"

The audacity of that asshole made my blood boil. He had stood up in a room full of people and claimed me like I was some prize he had already won, without even asking, without caring what it would do to me. I wanted to claw my nails down his perfect face, scratch that smug smirk right off until he felt even a fraction of the hurt he kept dumping on me. I wanted to scream in his face that he was nothing but a selfish, jealous monster who ruined everything he touched. Knox fucking Ashford was the worst kind of trouble, the kind I should run from as fast as my legs could carry me.

"Apologize to that nobody pup? Please. He is absolutely nothing to the packs. I shoved his frame. Big deal! If my boots feel like stepping on his face next time, I will do it. The two of you are just bottom-feeders in the mud. How dare your mouth demand an apology from me?" "'Bottom-feeders?'" my voice drops low as my tongue echoes her word. My eyes sharpen instantly, the dark glint behind my glasses now laced with something much meaner something ready to bite her throat. I have heard that exact insult one too many times in my life Vivian and Amara Mensah had weaponized it back at the estate, and it had scarred my young heart deeply. Hearing it come out of this cheap mouth now lights a fiery

“Did you feel bad or what?” “No,” she quickly replied. “It was just so depressing to hear that an arrogant and conceited man like you were killed in a brawl. I would have expected better from you, even if it was just a dream.” I felt a spike of irritation at the insult, although I prefer this banter between us than the show of vulnerability earlier. Still, I really don’t like being insulted. Though I’m reminding myself this is just friendly insults, and that she doesn’t actually mean it.

“I’ve never stooped that low. Trying to kill me? This sloppy little trap—what is this, an insult? No backup, no tricks. Just me. And that’s all I need.” ***

“Big man when you’ve got an audience and a smaller target. You spent months in a coma and the first thing you do when you wake up is try to shove the same ‘mudblood’ around like nothing changed. You didn’t learn a single thing. You’re still the same pathetic bully who needs someone weaker to feel tall.” His eyes widened. I didn’t give him room to recover. “You think I’m scared of you? I’m not. I’m tired of you. Every time you open your mouth it’s the same recycled insults because you don’t have anything better. No one here is impressed, Lorenzo. They’re just waiting to see if you’ll embarrass yourself again. And guess what?” I leaned in, still pinning him. “You already have. You threw me, I

day a lady had insulted me unjustly and now another, calling me a low-life girl. Was he the one that told her that I’m a low life? Does she even know me? I became very angry, clenching my teeth and shaking my head in pain. We are not in a relationship, I’ve been insulted twice, talk less of if I started a relationship, girls will fight me. Will I be able to stand? Wouldn’t I fight? Debbie called me out later, “Sis, that is enough, stop thinking about him. He’s the one that is a low life, not you. The other lady is also low-life. They are both prostitutes, shameless and dumbass. Not worth your tear Sis, stop thinking and come out.” Debbie kept on consoling me. Eventually, I got a hold of mys

This insult came from Sophia. She had stopped videoing the scene already. “Watch your tongue, woman!” This was Cassandra defending her best friend Grace. “You better keep your stinky mouth shut lady! I say what I want to say and you don't stop me!” Sophia snapped back at Cassandra. “Then say something reasonable I guess.” Cassandra said mockingly and smiled at Sophia. Alpha Nelson was really disappointed by what he had seen. “That is to tell you how cheap she is, very cheap and affordable. That's all she can do so well! Shameless indeed.” Alpha Nelson spoke out.