Forehead Insult Novels & Stories

School wasn't much better, but it was familiar. I checked my left cheek using a rearview mirror of my car. The cheek was red and burning. The nerve of him. To hit me for saying the truth. I can't go to school looking like this. I stopped by the gas station to buy some ice to cool down the heat burning on my cheek. Wow, how quickly a person got hit because of a slut. @ The hallways buzzed with the faint usual noise chatter, lockers slamming, feet shuffling rushing to classes, but none of it reached me. My mind was still spinning from the morning

Shock registered on his face, his eyes widening with disbelief as he recoiled from the force of the blow. His words hung in the air like a toxic cloud, poisoning the atmosphere with their venomous intent. But I refused to let his vile insults go unanswered, refusing to let him degrade me or those I cared about. "How dare you," I seethed, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and disgust. "You think you can buy me with your money? You think you can insult my mother and me with your filthy lies?"

She would not let him play the innocent. "You should have let me know you were sterile, you old fox." The cruelty of her words permeated into Mr. Borodin's bones and marrow. The accusation was one thing, causing a deep, lasting hurt that he will carry with him, but the insult - 'old fox' - didn't just shock him momentarily, it seeped into his very being, cut far deeper.

Seeing that my expression was a little unpleasant, Michael immediately raised his hands in surrender and moved on from that subject. "I'll stop. Forgive me for saying something silly." I was a little surprised. Joshua would never apologize to me. He always behaved as though he were above me and could do no wrong, but Michael seemed different. Burying the bitterness I felt, I smirked and said with feigned indifference, "The machetes got rusty, and some people ended up being trash. You were right. When it's time to get rid of something, I should just do it. Don't apologize, Michael. You should be congratulating me instead."

It was not only one side of his face that swelled up, but even the corners of his mouth and nostril began bleeding continuously. Just as he was feeling so dizzy that he could hardly stand straight anymore, Charlie said coldly at this moment, “Remember, women are not people that you can insult and humiliate so casually!” Edmund covered his face in pain as he cursed angrily, “You b*stard! You dared to hit me?! No one has ever dared to raise their hand to hit me in my entire life! A b*stard like you actually dares to hit me in the face?!”

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?"

I insist stubbornly. He laughs. “What do you think is funny, asshole?” I ask bravely. “That you say poop like you've never said shit before.” "Fool." “Bully.” “I will set you on fire.” I repeat frustrated. “Oh, do it.” he challenges returning me to the floor. "Fool." I muttered, not knowing another insult, but I gave him a good knee in his crotch. He had a lot of anger built up, he would pay the bill. "You're cute." She groans with difficulty, her face is reduced to pain and her longitudinal body bends into a fetal position while standing.

I creased my forehead as I was confused. She was the one who insulted me, so why was she angry? "Do I look like a clown to you? Why did you chuckle?" She hissed. My lips formed the 'O' shape. Poor Iris, I wasn't even mocking her but she didn't have to know. So she could insult people at will but couldn't take what she dished out. I've allowed her to rant and I'm done with that. The smile wiped off my face. I raised my eyebrow and took calculated steps towards me.

"Seduced you? Mr. Marcus.. My vision is 20/20, with no nearsightedness, and no astigmatism. Even if I wanted to seduce someone, I would choose a more...pure man. I suggest you go look at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom, with your butterfly face. Stay inside and don't come out to seduce women, or you might get haunted by a female ghost in the middle of the night." Mr. Marcus was so furious that he couldn't catch his breath. Henry burst into laughter again. Henry touched his own face, pausing for a moment, as his appearance was also something his mommy despised. "Jessica!" Marcus gnashed his teeth. This infuriating woman, with a mouth as sharp as poison needles, always hit the nail on t

I inched closer to him. “Insult me again and I’ll rip that dreadful throat of yours out!” He closed the gap further, his height easily towering over me with a dark look that managed to intimidate me slightly. “You. Are. A. Pet. Dog.” “You bastard!” I clawed the left side of his face causing a long stretch of blood to drip across his cheek. His eyes glowered, he just like me couldn’t believe what just happened. “Don’t you EVER insult me or else it won’t be that awful face of yours suffering damage the next time.”