Forehead Insult Novels & Stories

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.

They both paused, staring at me like I’d lost my mind. “Why would you say that?” Olive asked. “Well… because I know what I look like. A face card with a circle chin?” I shook my head, laughing it off. But they didn’t seem amused. “I feel attacked. What’s wrong with a circle chin?” Olive challenged. Oh no. I hadn’t meant to offend her. I sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Where I’m from, this isn’t considered beautiful. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She sat up, frowned, and faced the mirror. “Hey, Shaina Dela Cruz! Why are you smiling like that?! Did you forget how the ground almost swallowed you on your first day? You were splashed with mud, he insulted you like you were rude! And now, just because he said ‘I love your coffee,’ you’re falling?”

And someone who somehow managed to piss me off even when he wasn't trying to. I still hadn't forgotten what happened last night at his place, and how humiliating that was. I hadn't forgotten the way Salma embarrassed me, and how much my blood boiled as I stood in that room and listened to her insults. Normally, I have a very tough skin. Ordinary insults don't bother me. But when it's coming from someone who's so clearly better than me in every way, I can't help but feel the sting a little bit. When the insults are coming from way above you, then it's definitely going to hurt.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, I looked out the window, I was sitting now *Poink* something hit my forehead. "Ouch!" I complained. I held my forehead. That's so painful! I looked at what hit my head. It's stone. My head hurts, it's the size of a stone huh. I stood up and peeked out the window, I saw the young people throwing stones. I saw the guy with his friends. My blood is boiling, argh! That's annoying. Thank you No, Keep Calm Hershey. Keep calm. You might even get into a fight, you'll just get mad at your Mama.. I was so unfairly hurt! Thank you I look at the look of the man who threw a stone at my beautiful forehead. I couldn't see their faces, because they were quite far away. Than

I said. His face turned sour, showing how this punch crushed his ego for sure, and I know this is so beautiful to see. Before, he was showing that he didn't give two f***s even if I insulted him. Now I can see how much he does care when it comes to his looks. He is determined with things. "So, I am a turnoff for your ugly clit?" Kevin asked, gritting his teeth. I feel disgusted by him just directly calling my private part that name. This is surely

His voice was a little bit too high, shocking the hell out of me. I develop deep and multiple furrows on my face, slightly leaning back to escape his wrath. Insult? Isn't he the one insulting me with such an insinuation? Since when did trying to save someone’s ass become an insult? When did caring for someone become an insult? Is that what it is in Cuba, because that is definitely not how it works here, and I expect him to know that. I don’t think the ways of the whites ought to have erased his beliefs as an African for him to flare up because of something as nothing as this.

I was prepared to attack but when he got to my front, he stopped and looked at me, completely stunned. “You actually made the team fat boy, who would have thought?” Henry said with a grin. I narrowed my brow at him, “I guess it is true then.” “True! What do you mean?” He questioned suspiciously. I took two steps towards him, “I heard that an overgrown moustache could lead to brain functioning depletion, you might consider getting a shave.” I said with a cocky smile. He drew back sharply, “Are you insulting me newbie?” “No Mr Henry, it is merely friendly advice from….a meaty newbie.” I responded cutely.

His brow arched, "Well, you've got nothing to flex. So, you're fine." Did he just insult my womanly appearance? Arshole!

That insult finally did it. I immediately straightened up, a furious heat burning intensely through my veins. “Do you always have to assume I am filth? You parade around with your Luna title like it makes you pure and honorable, but I’m not the one who constantly tortures people weaker than me and hides behind a false crown.” Her face twisted—a complex mixture of pure fury, deep disbelief, and something bordering on the unhinged. She raised her hand again, quick and completely vicious, intending to strike.