Forehead Insult Novels & Stories

He was that much of a douchebag. His eyes stayed on mine, his expression cool and almost amused. “That’s the whole idea, love. Keep your enemies close. I thought you knew that, brainhead.” Then, without any single warning, he raised his fingers and slightly flicked my forehead—lightly, yet somehow it caught me completely off guard and Ow! It does hurt.

I glared at him while rubbing my forehead to ease the pain. "What do you think of me? For information new and clean this handkerchief. Maybe it's even cleaner than your face." Zen fired a lot of salts and all of it went exactly on my wounds. You are so Zen! How dare you insult Lady Marina's pretty face! I totally forgot that if I was petty, Zen is much more pettier than me! Plus the added saltiness. I could help but frown because I didn't realize his intention and trick. The moment that I took my eyes away from his hand, he put his strength in his index and thumb and suddenly flicked my forehead. That was such a dirty move!

Just because I love food that does not mean I'm a glutton. “ I did not mean it like that,” I heard her say as she walk up to me, “ I'm sorry.” her voice came out low. I turned to give her a good scolding only to be bashed on the forehead. “ Ow!” I cried out in pain, massaging my forehead. “ It feels like I'm being hit by a brick. ” She hissed in pain, as she rubbed her forehead. How did she get to me so quickly ? “ Oh God, it feels an hammer hit my forehead.”

"I wouldn't do that if you didn't insult me. Do you know that because of you my day was completely ruined?" "I call our cat Fat, not you. You're weird. You thought everything I said was about you. Because you're fat, you immediately thought you were what I called Fat, You're too guilty." "What the f–hmp!" I inhale and exhale. I have to control myself. Kier would annoy me, even more, when he felt that my brain cells were getting angry. "Hey, Fat! I mean, Fatima." "All right, insult me ​​some more." I saw a rock. "Choose, I will scratch your car, or I will break your car window?!"

Which sane man would insult the friend of the person you plan to ask out? "Please, can you package your cursed self and get off my face!" I screamed at him angrily. How dare he insult my best friend? I'm the only one that has the right to insult her. "No one messes with my best friend," I added as I pushed his chest hard. He started it, he pushed Helen first. He raised his hand in an attempt to hit me, but Helen broke a bottle before we both knew it. She yelled pointing the bottle at him furiously

Frederick feigned innocence and countered, "Calling someone 'brain-dead' is an insult? Let's ask everyone then. Did I insult him? You're just bullying me because I'm new." Marsh said coldly, "Don't try to twist things. 'Brain-dead' means 'idiot,' doesn't it? Isn't that an insult?" Frederick widened his eyes and replied, "Oh my, I didn't realize 'brain-dead' meant 'idiot'! I thought it meant having an intellectual disability." Marsh snapped angrily, "Isn't that the same thing?"

Her voice dripped with venom. I shook my head quickly. “I—I’ll pay for any damages,” I murmured, trying to deescalate the situation. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “If it were that easy to fix damages, then start with the one your face just caused to my mood.” “You’re very ugly—and fat on top of that! I bet you weigh more than an elephant,” she sneered. Her words cut deeper than I expected. I’d heard these kinds of insults before. Many times. But no matter how strong I tried to be, they still stung. Still lingered.

Okay? Custard grumbled in response. 'Hey hey. None of that attitude! We need to work as a team, remember?' "You don't have to bring out all your frustrations out of the books you brainless monkey!" Ace insulted me just as I finished unraveling the stitches of his coat. I was too focused on fixing the coat to make it look untouched that the only insult I could backfire was "Your mom is a brainless monkey." I realized my mistake so I quickly moved away from the coat just in time as Ace glanced in my direction.

The woman is scrunching her face in disgust while looking at me from head to toe. After getting done with her inspection, she throws her hand in the air and screeches like a banshee, “Oh- My- God! You are a fucking disaster! What the hell were you thinking? This is not a fucking- I don’t even know what you are aiming for? This is so not happening!” Hearing her insult breaks something in me. I don’t even know what comes over me but my face hardens as I bite back, “Who the hell do you think you are, huh? I don’t even know your fucking name and you have been insulting me since the moment we met.”

You're so oa! I groaned because of my forehead. Why is it always my forehead that gets hit when hubby throws something at me? Did he do that on purpose or did his hands have magic? "If I didn't like him, I would have strangled him a long time ago." I whispered while still moaning from the pain in my forehead. I took the soap that was on the floor and continued to soap myself. _ Ken Fernandez's Pov. "Gosh, how many times have you already touched this idiot! You're so oa!" I heard her scream.