Funny Backhanded Compliments Novels & Stories

“Technically, you’re walking in my direction.” “And technically,” I snapped, “I can actually kill you right now.” He raised both hands. “Feisty. I like it.” “You talk too much, thinking I must be joking,” I said. He grinned like I’d handed him a compliment wrapped in gold foil. “Most people say that. Then I grow on them.” “Like what? Fungus?” He chuckled. “You’re funny.” “I wasn’t trying to be.” “Even better.”

But after hearing a tone of embarrassment, I immediately laughed as I walked closer to you. "Kidding! I love it when you compliment me." I wrapped my arms around your neck and gave you a quick peck before I pulled away and smile. But seeing your sheepish grin makes me feel bad. Geeze. I think I just offended you for telling how cheesy you are. Even though I didn't say it literally or directly, I am certain that you already know what I meant by the look. Though, it was meant for a joke, but you obviously took it seriously.

"Here's an advice cupcake, people say the truth out of anger. It's like a shovel, it digs out the truth you buried deep in you." "You're right" I sighed "I probably said it because I don't really know you but if you look at the bright side, you're also a" I gulped "Good person" I whispered so he wouldn't hear the complement but no, he was so good at it. "Did you just complement me?" I wished I could take those words back but it made him smile and that was what I wanted after saying those mean things to him. If it were to be a prank, I wouldn't even feel the tiniest bit of regret cause he did the same bit he wasn't the one to say mean things to people.

His scent was intoxicating and it registered in my senses at once. “You smell so good!” I couldn't help but compliment him. “Sure, I do,” he grimaced a boastful smile. “You smell better though.” “Thank last made me blush. It's been long since I last heard such sweet compliments and it always gave me a thrill when I happened to hear it. “Thank you so much,” I was grateful. He returned my smile and said, “I thought you had wanted to have a feel of my…” he slurred, hitting his palm on his chest to signal what he meant.

he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and responded, "What are you talking about? I've always been polite." Derek laughed and said, "No matter how much a snake sheds its skin, it’s still a snake." I smiled and retorted, "If I wanted to hear from an asshole, I’d fart." Derek hid a smirk and said, "Wow, I bet you even fart glitter!" The roast got to me, and I couldn't help but feel insulted. "Some people are like slinkies — not really good for much, but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs," I said, trying to come up with a comeback.

a friend sarcastically joked, resting her hand alongside her. The obese girl poked her friend with her tongue before ignoring her. The other buddies grinned as they observed their relationship. “Have a nice day, gentlemen. Let’s have a good time,” one of the guys said. “It is a beautiful day. Who would have guessed that our dear friend here would be elevated to such a high position?” another remarked. “Those who work hard are rewarded. Do you not realize that?” “Hehe, stop acting smug.” As they just celebrated, the group of pals mocked each other endlessly.

I greeted him with a light bow. "Good morning Adrian, you're looking good." He complimented. I blushed because first, it was the first time he called me by my name, not 'Miss Williams', and secondly, his compliments. It was rare to see a compliment so unique and genuine. "Thank you, sir. You're looking good too, I mean, you always look good, always." I returned the compliment, but it sounded weird in my ears like I had been admiring him or something like that, "ah! No no no, that's not what I mean sir, I mean you are good, like good, not that good you know....." I began gesticulating with my hands, turning them around in circles, meaningless, "Mom, I'm doomed!" I thought dejectedly with a si

"I'm going to bring in your crutches. Be right back." His large hand swoops down one more time to mess up my hair and make it electric. I shout after him. "Neanderthal!" Laughter echoes against the walls. "If my new name is neanderthal, then your nickname should be menace!" "Still better than shorty!" "Shorty is cute!" "It's an insult!" "I like short girls!" "I'm not even THAT short! I'm average!" "Compared to me, your short." I don't have a comeback for that.

And what did this bastard do? He winked. A slow, smug, unapologetic wink. Like, “Hey buddy, enjoy the show?” I nearly swallowed my own tongue. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me.” Behind me, Gabriella’s laugh purred against my neck. “Mmm… looks like your friend knows how to have fun. Why don’t you?” I spun back toward her. “Fun? Lady, that’s not fun... that’s Richard starring in a soap opera called The Bold and the Butt Grabbers.”

“Excuse me? Smarter side? What do you mean? Are you implying I’ve been walking around dumb this entire time?” Caroline broke into laughter, the kind that was too real to fake… quick, unguarded, spilling out of her chest. She even leaned forward, hand covering her mouth like she was trying to stifle it but failing. “Oh, don’t act so offended,” she said between breaths. “I’m complimenting you, idiot.” “Compliment?” I echoed, still keeping my hand against my chest. “Sounded like a dagger wrapped in ribbon.” She tilted her head, still smiling. “Maybe. But at least it’s honest.”