Forehead Insult の小説・ストーリー

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?”

His helmet pressed close to mine, voice low and venomous through the visor. “Lila fought just like you,” he growled. “Same fire. Same refusal to back down. Then one hit took everything. You really think you’re different? You’re just another girl playing dress-up in men’s gear.” The pain in my ribs flared white-hot, but it was the grief in his voice that cut deeper. This wasn’t pure hatred. It was mourning wearing armor. Before I could respond, Caleb was there.

He shook his head. "No, Moon... I had enough of them. They kept insulting you. At first, I didn't say anything because you were taking your stand and trying to win their heart, but it seemed like they didn't even want to understand anything. They just want to hate you for no reason and now it's enough." He grunted, fuming in anger. I thought my emotions and feelings didn't affect him, and he didn't care who insulted me, but I was wrong. He cares... He just didn't want to go against his people until I was taking a stand for myself and not taking shit from others, but today, when I didn't answer back to insult, he took a stand for me in front of everyone, not caring what they think of him or a

Rocky bursts out laughing like a fucking idiot, I reach to punch his arm as hard as I can. “That’s your fault!” I complain, my brother is still laughing. I point at his dumb face and look at Farrow, “He called you a cocksucker a lot. I told him to stop.” “I called you way worse stuff, you don’t even want to know,” Rocky adds with an evil grin. Farrow is not amused, “Oh, come on, can you blame me? I’m the co-founder of the Official Farrow Hate Club, I had to come up with the best insults.”

He chuckled, saying, "It's just you…You just don’t have the face to do that job.” She flipped her hair saying, “The face? I think I have the face to do it. I think I’m pretty decent-looking. I mean come on I'm like model material.” He chuckled, saying, “You think you’re decent looking and that you're 'model material' woo you're funny.” She looked at him saying, “I know you’re not talking looking like a whole ENTIRE dusty book.” He laughed saying, “A book?! That’s the first time anyone has called me a dusty book. What a dumb insult.” She said, “Listen, it's the only thing I could come up with, unibrow.” He said, “Unibrow huh? I wouldn’t be talking when my forehead looks like a village could

This was the highest insult she had received ever since she was born. "How dare you,you stupid jerk!"she yelled.Luke squinted his eyes,his eyebrows knitted together,he raised his head up from the laptop looking at the human standing in front of him.This was the first time he was being insulted and to be insulted by a weak being was a big blow to him.

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.”

Suddenly, just like that, a fry flew and hit me on the forehead snapping me out of the silent anxiety attack. “Stop staring off like that, it creeps me out, you freak!” He teased with a playful tone and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel offended by the name calling. After all, I did introduce myself as a freak when we first met. “Jerk,” I decided to play the ‘who gets the last insult’ game. “Bitch.” “Man-whore.” “Hoe.” “Dickhead.” “Ass-hat.” “Fucktard.” “Imbecile.”

He was probably wondering what he got married into and reminding himself that he should never get on Max's nerve or black book. "All my life I've struggled with how people looked at me differently so you have no fucking right to do any freaking shit like spoiling my joyous day with your foul mouth." "Trying to insult someone by throwing thinly veiled insult is just pathetic" By the time he was done, he was panting heavily and my mom looked embarrassed while my father was spluttering in indignation. They didn't need a soothsayer to tell them anything before they got up and left the hall in embarrassment.

Her angry outburst took me by surprise. I was least bothered about her threats. They were empty as usual as any other girl does. She seemed harmless. "Oh hello, get over your self-obsession, Ms. Cow Face! And if you are intelligent enough, then you would know that with a face as yours, a man like me won't ever be lusting over you or your assets but cringing with disgust.” On purpose I insulted her to rile her up more for some reason. Now I may sound creepy, but there was something about her that was fascinating as well as infuriating. The more she got irritated, the more her nose flared and her cheeks, were becoming red.