Funny Backhanded Compliments Novels & Stories

He was explaining out of embarrassment. " So is it a compliment or comment?? " I teased him a bit. " O...of course, a compliment. " He replied but I knew what was he thinking. " Though it rather looked like a backhanded comment, I am ready to take it as a compliment. Because I like you and you are going to be my brother very soon." I said. " I am sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean to... " " I know, you didn't mean to, just don't do it again. " I interrupted his awkward sentence. He nodded.

He commented after the girls were gone. “Someone had to stop you from commiting food-suicide.” He chuckled. “Is that a word or you made that up?” I shrugged, a smile coming into my face. “It’s a word I made up.” He let out a full laugh. “I see what you did there. Clever.” “I try my best.” I laughed. “How’s your back?” “Doesn’t hurt much, maybe because it has not come in contact with anything.” I gingerly reached out a hand across my back to touch it. I quickly removed my hand wincing slightly. “Still hurts. Did you dig your wolf’s claws deep?”

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

It was a backhanded compliment, as Michelle hadn't even won an award tonight. "Oh, honey, you know winning isn't everything," she purred, batting her eyelashes at me. "Just being nominated in such esteemed company is an honor, wouldn't you agree?" I gritted my teeth. Her words, sugary sweet on the surface, held a hidden barb. She was implying that I, the actual winner, was somehow less gracious about it than she, the perennial also-ran. "Absolutely," I said, my voice tight. A playful tug-of-war was already underway, a silent battle fought with thinly veiled insults and veiled references.

' Anna said excitedly. 'Wow, that's nice, you are beginning to use your brains and act like someone who is matured.' The man said. Anna could not tell if the man had just complimented her or insulted her. The words he told her was sounding like like compliment at the beginning and looked like an insult at the end. It waa what she called a complimented insult but still, this was the first time since she started this whole deal with the man that he had ever said something close to a compliment to her and so she smiled.

he asked her, giving her an innocent look. “You think you’re very funny, don’t you, you little piece of Gorilla Fart?” she asked him angrily, trying to turn his joke on him. Mac and Tara actually laughed this time. N-1-9-8-9 gave her a dazzling smile. “Ahhh… she is smart,” he said. “And nope, I’m not funny. I just think I’m a little too hot.” Mac took a gulp of his beer. “Left fist or right fist, Yenny. Just say the word and I’ll give it to him,” he offered.

Picking it up, I turned quickly, walked back over, and threw it in his face with a smile. "What, nothing to say? It looks like you finally got that much needed attitude adjustment. Turns out you really can be sweet!" I smiled at my own lame joke and quickly took a few steps back when his hands tightened into fists. The sticky goo ran down his face and onto his shirt, giving me even more satisfaction.

Josh said while defending himself. The reason why I love this house is that every day you get to laugh because of the behavior of all those present. "He didn't do anything to be okay. I was kidding". I said, before making my way toward Jeff. "You need to add a smile to your face so that you can be more attractive. Besides you are ugly….. and the frown makes you m more ugly". I said while helping him to tie his long hair into a bond. "My sister is the best at giving compliments. Well thanks for your kind words". He said sarcastically.

I giggled and hugged him again. "It's perfect. Thank you." I replied shyly. He chuckled and rubbed my back. "Chipmunk, your punches are a lot harder than I had expected them to be. You are one badass woman." He complimented me and slapped my ass cheek. I gasped loudly and looked at him. He chuckled as I felt my cheeks burning again.

I shot back, my sarcasm matching his, though there was an undercurrent of irritation in my voice. He leaned in, a smug grin still plastered on his face. "Always happy to help a struggling mind. It's a public service, really." I rolled my eyes, trying to brush off the thinly veiled insult. "Well, your generosity knows no bounds. I'll make sure to nominate you for 'Savior of the Intellect' at the next awards ceremony." He chuckled, a sound that echoed with self-satisfaction. "Oh, I'm ready to accept my accolades. Maybe they'll even invent a new category for my exceptional contributions."