Forehead Insult Novelas e Histórias

She was so angry I raised a brow" So it hurts. Now you understand how I feel anytime you insult me. We are not perfect and that doesn't make us less than others. You don't get to insult me all you want and expect me to feel good about it! Things are not done that way" " get out!" She was shaking heavily

I jolted up, accidentally bumping my head into his. "Ouch! You're always so stupid!" he complained, holding his forehead, and so did I. "You're the idiot! Your face scared me!" I retorted while massaging my forehead, genuinely in pain. "Is there a bump?" I touched my forehead. "What were you thinking!?" I asked, standing up. "I'm just looking at how angelic you are when sleeping," he smiled. Oh no! Alex, don't be like this! I'm getting all giddy!

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?"

He spats rudely and turns his head to stare outside the window. Not going to lie, his words stung. They shouldn't bother me but he had been so nice to me for the past two months and now suddenly he's acting like a dick again. Winston flashes me apologetic eyes through the review mirror and a comforting smile kind of saying, "He's an asshole, I'm sorry but we knew this already" I simply smile and then turn away. For some reason, I feel so humiliated right now but more than that, I feel pissed off. I guess I was just a dumb idiot who thought we were actually becoming friends or something. Why must I always try to see the good in people? Guess people really never change. Why was I so bothered b

As tall as this man is, so tall is his pride. "Stop insulting my height, short." I shrugged and went in front of him and stared at him. He even got to really read what I was thinking. Nothing changed in his aura, his gaze was still cold when he stared at me. "Last night, you insulted my personality. Now you're insulting my height, what about next?" He asked. "That's why I'm here to apologize." I said. "Did anyone apologize for insulting you?" He asked. "Why are you stuck? I'm sorry."

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.

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.

I insulted him with satisfaction. Within a flash he stepped forward and struck the back of his hand brutishly across my face. My head jolted to the side, as my cheek burned from the blow and a high pitched ringing echoed in my ear. “Ooh, hitting a woman, Marco, you should be so proud of yourself”. I goaded him, and letting his name drop.

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."