Forehead Insult Romane & Geschichten

He was doing this on purpose…poking at the one thing he knew made me feel small…and the worst part was that it was working. "And for your information, I don’t look like I’m about to cry. I look like I’m about to vomit because I hate your presence so much. My mouth stays open because I have a list of very important insults to get through, and you should be honored to hear them." "Honored?" He let out a dry, dark laugh. "It’s a headache, foxy. A very loud, very pretty headache." "Go find a quiet one then," I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "I’m sure there’s a nice, boring rock outside that would love to hear all about your boring shipments."

I further taunted him. "YOU! YOU IMP! DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT!?" His grubby face turned beet-red as he fumed in his wrath, but I was not perturbed by his raging anger at all. In fact, I relished in the fact that I could throw around insults at him without a care of the world. These days, throwing around insults had become a privilege to me all on its own. Lord Vilavelt beside me was staring at the entire conundrum in muted silence. He didn't seem at all disturbed by the bedlam as well. So I took the liberty to throw in some more insults.

so he had no right to throw it in her face instead she had the right to throw every single sharp object in the kitchen on him until he begs for forgiveness. "Don't give me that collected face you dumb idiot mafia boy, You made a mistake and now I am paying for it!" She shouted. "Did you just throw three insults my way after mentioning it yourself that I belong to mafia" he asked amused. "Not funny you scoundrel! and by the way I just threw two which is dumb and idiot so where did you find the third one?" She asked more annoyed now yet slightest amused. "You call me a boy, that was the biggest insult ever thrown in my face, If it isn't visible to your eyes by now I am a man" he smirked.

"But that's right?" "Look at me Riguel! My forehead hurts! You're really stupid at any time!" I shouted to Riguel who was still holding my forehead. "Eh? It's not that strong! It's the OA!" He said laughing. "May I see." He said and made me face him. He removed my hand and stared at my forehead. The smile on his lips disappeared as he looked at my forehead. "Your skin is so sensitive! Your forehead is so red." He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb.

She raised her hands up for emphasis. Those words she fired at me, hurt me. And I slammed the glass of milk hard on the counter with a loud thud. "Someone like me? Who do you think you are? You think you're better than me? Have you looked yourself at the mirror lately?You look like an old roadside hag. And you're nothing but an insignificance." I retorted my insult through gritted teeth, glaring so hard her. I could feel my body invigorating for war. Because I had my ever present weapon. My mouth.

Upon hearing the slur, Killan's entire body responded. Killan's lithe form reacted on its own accord, his fist connecting with the Alpha's jaw in a swift and decisive strike. The insult had been a grave offense, and Killan's instincts demanded retribution. Killan delivered a powerful strike, sending the Alpha hurtling backwards and causing his seat to topple over in tandem.

I’m a Summers witty comebacks are in my DNA. “You really can’t think of a better insult. I told you before, true or false being a lesbian isn’t an insult. Even if I did swing that way, I told you I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. So why are you and your gaggle of plastic cunts giddy this early in the morning?” I arched my brow, eyeing each of them.

Why am I tensed? Then our heads tilted toward each other. Smiles gleamed through our faces. Gelo pinched my chin softly. His head was crippled towards my face. Am I going to have my first kiss? No. His head moved up and he kissed my forehead. The golden rays of the sun passed through the gap between us. A kiss on the forehead means adoration to a friend, right? Not something romantic. “I love this moment for the two of us,” he said and he wrapped me inside his presence.

“You weren’t this horrid man whore. You were nice.” “I’m still nice,” he looks hurt. “No you are not!!” I tell him with conviction. “You’ve gone from being the nicest person I know, to being a fatuous cockrot. A total areshole!” “I am not a fatuous … wait… when did you enhance your insult vocabulary?” I know he’s trying to make me laugh. But it isn’t going to work. “Deny it all you want, but don’t change the subject,” I sniff and look out of the window.

“Thanks to you, I broke the golden rule.” My heart constricted, and I tensed. My jaw tightened as her insult echoed in the space between us. Bacillus. Braindead. This name-calling was heart-rending and cruel. The words hit harder than they should’ve, because it felt like she was erasing me and rewriting a version of a man she deeply resented.