Funny Backhanded Compliments Novels & Stories

That’s what heartfelt gratitude from a guy, coupled with a lot of unselfish pleasuring on his part, can do to a girl. He groaned as I finally withdrew my mouth and licked my lips. “Oh my God, that was amazing… thank you…” “Oh, you’re not getting off that easily,” I said saucily over my shoulder. “Even though you did.” Get it? ‘Get off that easily’? He got the joke. “Very true,” he grinned, then said, “I’d like to reciprocate, but it might be a few minutes before I can get back up to full steam.”

I basked in the glory of standing up for myself, even if it was just for that one moment. “You look stunning,”she said, her voice laced with a sweetness that made my teeth ache. But I wasn't fooled – I saw the condescension lurking behind her words, the subtle dig that made me wonder if she was genuinely trying to compliment me or just manipulate me. I knew her game, and I wasn't buying it. The phrase 'you look stunning' sounded more like a backhanded compliment, a way to make me feel good about myself while subtly reinforcing her own superiority.

“Praise is earned, my friend. And you've earned yours.” He shrugged. “I don't have you on your royal backside yet, my prince. Let's save the praise for then, shall we?” I laughed at his joke, enjoying the easy camaraderie. He squinted. “And your eyes are glowing. Did you need your wolf to take care of us?”

Point blank period. I tossed one slice of pineapple into my mouth as I took out my phone to send him one last text. ME: Alright, suit yourself. Stay quiet. But just have u in mind that I would be having my lick back ;) I hit send before realizing that he might not know what ‘lick back’ meant. Or maybe he did and I was being dramatic? Whatever. I shot him another text. ME: Lick back means revenge by the way. I'll be repaying you in your own coin soon. I'm not texting you anymore.

“You are unhinged. You should be locked up in an asylum." Noah caressed his nose, giving me the middle finger with his free hands. “Fucking bastard. This is what I get for trying to be a good friend and cheering you up." A sharp pain in my back forced my laughter to seize and also reminded me of the reason for my initial anger. “It wasn't good, was it?"

"You're bluffing." "I'm not." I grinned back and she squealed and threw her arms around my neck. "Nate, that's great!" "You made a rhyme there." laughed Seth; but she barely heard him, pulling away and holding me an arm length to look at me. "This is so massive. You must be so proud." My grin stretched further. "I'd barely done anything." "Take all that fake modesty and shoved it where it fits, okay? I don't wanna hear that bullshit ever again." I chuckled at her passive, aggressive compliments-attacks. Classic Kimmy. And she pulled me in for another bone crushing hug. "I'm so happy for you."

I probably look like a mess given that I feel like a mess. “You look beautiful.” He is quick to shut down my insecurity. I don't know how to reply to his compliment. I just know I didn't expect to hear it from him. It reminds me of last night which rather brings memories which I don't need right now. Both him and I grow quiet after his unintended compliment. He clears his throat at last, pulling us back from the awkward atmosphere. “So, like I was saying, I couldn't say it in front of her that I did really lose my phone and wallet. I couldn't let her be right about her stupid prediction. Imagine the shame!” I crack a smile at his overdramatics.

” This explanation was actually flattering, and it was not awkward. Everyone liked to hear compliments. How could you flatter anyone without embarrassing people in the slightest? It was not that those noble people did not like to listen to compliments. They just did not like that kind of forceful compliment. Thomas’s compliments were very accurate. Abner enjoyed it very much, and the smile on his face never stopped. He pointed at Thomas. “Young man, you read my mind. Be careful that I might really kill you one day!” Thomas smiled. "I believe in your character, Mr. Porter.”

I tilted my head and flashed the camera an innocent, saccharine smile. "Honey, you're back! I helped you hit your goals tonight. Bruce just gave another ten gifts!" Bruce smacked a kiss on my shoulder, then glanced over at Jake. "Hey Jake, your wife is seriously slutty. Just think of tonight's donations as my tip to you for your trouble." Jake's fists clenched tight. His teeth ground together audibly, the muscles in his cheek twitching. The chat feed was full of mockery. [The cuckold's back!] [This guy can really take it.]

That’s a straight up compliment that I wasn’t even planning on telling him that but I already said it. “I don’t know. I just woke up like this.” Ambrose grinned and I was taken aback by the fact that something like this came out of his mouth. He’s starting to open up with this witty response and I guess I’m going to do a lot of complimenting from now on. “Haha, very funny.” I was quick to look away fully aware that I’m already blushing from what I’ve just said. Ambrose’s response was also a part of that.