Forehead Insult 소설 & 이야기

I guess my remark might have been a little too insulting for him to handle. In outrage, Ethan through me recklessly on the couch – I landed on the couch but stumbled over and fell right on the floor. Unimaginable pains surged through me, and I winced out loud. “Just because I'm giving you a good opportunity doesn't give you the f****** right to talk s*** about me! Do you hear me Elora?” he barked, his raucous tone capable of uprooting a mere tree. I regretted insulting him, but the remorseless and regret I felt washed away quickly.

My wrath increases with every fucking second. "Thea, please. Stop. Stop before John shows up. What are you gonna tell him?" She seethes. I groan, slamming myself on the bed and grabbing the edge tight. My heart is pounding against my chest. My entire body keeps getting hotter and hotter. "How dare he! How dare he insult me again?" I grunt under my breath, recalling that shitty scenario when he behaved so rudely to me. It was so fucking humiliating. No one. No one ever insulted me the way that he did.

I pinched his neck, leaving a mark. And I'm not yet satisfied! I stepped on his foot with my expensive high heels. The ugly old man seemed unfazed! Doesn't it hurt? He does not react at all. He's getting on my nerves. But never! I will not give him the satisfaction of being happy. "Your ugly thick-skinned face is so tough and hard, huh!" Sorry for the insult, but I'm not sorry at all. He deserves it. The ugly fool just laughed. "Yes, it's getting hard, so don't provoke me, baby!" His voice is teasing me.

I smirked wildly and the next thing he knew my forehead clashed with his with a great force. "Ouch," we both said in unison. He let me go instantly as he lifted his hand to massage his forehead. I quickly moved away from his hard body and started massaging my forehead as it was painting like hell now. I crashed my head with him with great force. He looked at me with angry eyes while massaging his red forehead. "You were so satisfied with my kiss that you instantly let me go," I said in a mocking tone with a victory smirk. He glared at me intensely after listening to my mocking words.

she told him. “Are you insulted?” He asked without feeling remorse. She had enough of his nastiness and without thinking twice, she kicked his groin under the coffee table with extra care not to spill the content on her mug. “That’s how I react to an insult,” she sneered at the man who tried to endure the pain without being noticed by anyone else in the coffee shop.

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.

"Wretch? Bastard? Bastard? Trashy? You can say those words or more, I don't care. If there's one thing I have to thank my family for, it's for raising me by saying so many ugly things to me, they don't hurt me anymore. >> Rather, I see it as a desperation to win a lost dispute. Because when there are no more arguments to defend oneself, insult is the only way out. But, you have a way out; hand over what doesn't belong to you" I say smiling and that makes the man in front of me look at me with anger. "Malnacida!"

He frowns, confused. “What are you doing?” “Taking notes, sir” “You have an ear and a brain”, he says stoically and I frown inwardly, insulted by his statement. “Yes, as is obvious, but you must know you’re a very difficult man”, I retort almost immediately. “Your possession of an ear is obvious, the brain isn’t” Another insult, I’m on the verge of blurting out something rude.

She wanted to peel away his ego before she broke his body . And it worked. The insult hit him harder than a physical blow. His face went from pale to a deep, insulted red. The arrogance that had been momentarily crushed came roaring back, fueled by spite. He sprang to his feet, his movements desperate and messy. He looked like he wanted to swallow her whole.

I said and repeatedly complained because of the pain in my forehead. "Come here! I said come closer to me!" It says authoritatively. I suddenly remembered the time I was injured. Pfft, why do I even remember one? "I don't know what to call you, stupid or crazy? For both, you're stupid and crazy at the same time." "I don't know if you're really mad and annoyed with me. You're going to hurt me now ah! Do you see it on my forehead? It's your fault, then you haven't treated me yet!