Forehead Insult Novels & Stories

Harry ground his teeth angrily. He vigorously typed out, "I don't usually insult people, but you deserve it! You must be an orphan who's never felt the warmth of a family, so I won't hold it against you. But if I see you again… Just wait and see. You'll end up with a criminal record!" The viewers left their thoughts in the chat room. "Huh? Is that supposed to be an insult?" "The kid is being way too gentle with his insults. People like him should experience the evils of society."

He doesn't seemed used to being told that he's ugly, maybe because all of the people praising him so much to the point that he'd been an arrogant jerk, tsk! I'll always remember that the easiest way to pissed an arrogant man, is to insult his so-called handsome face. ***

“Is that an insult Sorahiko? Or is there something you’re trying to say to me?” I swear that sounded way smoother in my head. What the hell is wrong with my brain?. “I’m not trying to say anything sir! I didn’t mean it like that. I swear!”. “But that is exactly what you said. How many times do I have to tell you that I do not get off on hurting people? Is this some kind of prejudice that you have towards me?”. He’s really offended. His eyes are literally darkening in rage. “I swear that is not what I meant! I know you don’t enjoy things like that! I— ”.

go… “Hey,” My head bumped on something to which I quietly exclaimed ow! I rub my temple and nod my head up It’s Anya. And my head is bumped on her chest. I softly punched my forehead with the sides of my fist. Fuck me like I couldn’t get more embarrassing. Is my purpose in this world to be an entertainment for schadenfreude? “What?” “Huh?” I look back up at Anya. Our faces are close, noses are inches apart because of this cursed ass height.

“Those words are a little… extreme, are they not?” I let out a fake laugh as I look across at him innocently. “Extreme? For someone who used the words 'cleansed', you scream extreme to me.” His smile disappears, and his eyes darken. “As much as I’m enjoying this conversation, Zaia… I do take offence when insulted and you are incredibly brave to do so to my face… or incredibly stupid.” His voice is extremely low. “Then drop the façade, I know who you are,” I reply coldly, the atmosphere in the room shifting.

I could see him clenching his jaw, a vein popping out in his neck. "Accept rejection from a low life like you ?" he scoffed, followed by a long, loud, crazy laugh. “Girl you are incredibly stupid.” He said, shaking his head, as if that was the world's funniest joke. At that moment, I had had enough of his insults. “What the hell is wrong with you? Is being an alpha some kind of mental disorder? You walk around acting like the world revolves around you when, in reality, you just an arrogant asshole with anger issues.” I snapped.

“I’m considering testing his IQ already!” There, that was how to insult someone without using any curse words. She was openly calling Javier a fool. This upset Javier, who was being treated as a fool. He slammed a fist on the table at once. “This is my last warning. Do not excavate that place. Something will happen otherwise!” “How dare you slam the table in front of me?!” Joey, who jolted at Javier’s punch on the table, erupted and grabbed a blue folder from the table to throw it at him.

he disrespectfully asked. I was really pissed off. The urge to strangle him surged in, as I gritted my teeth and cleanched my fist; I could take insults, but not disrespect. I wish after I showed him the difference between the two, he would gain some manners. I slowly stood, facing him with a death glare. My tongue rolled inside my mouth as I began to move closer to him. With all my courage, I threw a forceful punch on his cheek as he stumbled on the ground. The look on his face seemed like he didn't anticipate it. To my surprise, he just chuckled and rubbed the pain on his face.

They had all made one simple mistake: they underestimated me. I locked my eyes as cold fury satiated my veins. “Your insults aren't even creative,” I said calmly. “But maybe if I was obsessed over a guy and forced to come to his wedding—forced to watch him kiss the woman he actually chose—I would be bitter too,” I mused. “Though I definitely wouldn't act as pathetic as you do right now…”

He placed both his hands to cover his sides. Penelope bit the inside of her cheek to try to not laugh. She coughed to cover it up. “Yeah… Sure.” She said and faced her desktop. She closed her eyes and hit her head lightly with her fist. “I’m such an idiot.” She muttered to herself and then got back to work. ***