Funny Insult Names Novels & Stories

he sad, insulting me. "What? What did you say?" He repeated what he told me. "I said, your name is good to hear, but your face is not good to see. It's full of annoyance!" He laughed so loud. He insulted me again, and I felt furious. If I can't control myself, I'll punch him so hard. He's fortune that I'm not a bad person like him, but if I'm a bad person like him, I'm going to publicly humiliate him.

His bullies all laughed mockingly at him as he balled his fists. "Told ya he will try to fight back," the shortest one of them all commented. "Whatcha gonna do, Lone Princess?" They all broke into a fit of laughter. Kinsley felt irritated every time they called him names, inappropriate and sometimes degrading ones. But he did not let it get to him. He did not want to stoop into their level of childishness.

They called me all sorts of name. Really really dirty names for a lack of better words. “She’s a gold digger who is out to destroy the Ashford’s family since her family is ruined!” This seems harsh but it was honestly the kindest insult they threw at me. Tears rolled down my face as I scrolled through pages after pages, seeing as people ripped me to shreds…

Suddenly, just like that, a fry flew and hit me on the forehead snapping me out of the silent anxiety attack. “Stop staring off like that, it creeps me out, you freak!” He teased with a playful tone and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel offended by the name calling. After all, I did introduce myself as a freak when we first met. “Jerk,” I decided to play the ‘who gets the last insult’ game. “Bitch.” “Man-whore.” “Hoe.” “Dickhead.” “Ass-hat.” “Fucktard.” “Imbecile.”

"What? Not my fault you're dumb and you're bringing a diary into your bag at school. You know everyone hated you so it should be you keeping one eye open for your haters." "As if you aren't hated by everyone as well? Illegitimate daughter of the senator. Home wrecker and a shame to the well respected conservative family!" I chuckled hearing his classic and signature insult to me for a very long time. And then I observed myself... Before, I'd instantly flame up once I hear that from him. And most likely, I'd still have the very same reaction if I hear that from someone else. But it's him. And somehow, that insult has watered down to an inside joke between us two.

Staring at every one of their idiotic faces, I wanted to tell them that my family wasn’t broke, and this was temporary. My father was innocent, and once our attorney was able to prove it, it was fucking hasta la vista. “So how’s it feel coming into the real world after living in your little bubble, assmouth?” someone snickered, breaking into my thoughts. A few of the guys laughed as I looked at him slowly. Wow. Assmouth. Even my five-year-old cousin could come up with better. The insult sounded just as stupid as he looked. “Don’t worry, Beaumont. We’ll teach you some real hockey here. None of that faggy shit you Lice Reapers play over at your fancy school.”

He is a man of his words and he doesn't believe in making jokes around because he has way more important things to do rather waste time making jokes or chilling around. " Like I will treat you like my wife. My servant staff is much more classy than you. you even can't reach their standard, so, how can you even think that I will treat you like my wife? Huh? You are so cheap for me and low class which is a taint on my name and reputation " He insults me which successfully banged on my brain and heart. And with that anger again pumped in my veins fading humiliation away from my system because I am proud of myself and my parents for what I am.

Noticing that the mood had lightened up, Maxill came up with a humorous quip, “Hehe, you’re quite heavy, you know.” She was astonished at the bloodhunt’s comment, because the fellhound had always said that she was petite and skinny. Chastine broke their embrace and sheepishly giggled. But Juste giggled all the more. “Work out your butt, Maxy,” Juste was taunting him, even calling his nickname in a cute but mocking fashion. “Are you blind? Chastine’s just light.” “Don’t call me Maxy. Ugh, I hate it.” Maxill started to roll his eyes. He was genuinely irritated at the appellation Juste just gave him.

"You dirty dirty minded muffin." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up." "So dirty minded." He continued to smirk. "I have such an innocent mind comparatively." I snorted in laughter. "Oh puh-lise! The only thing you have is a certification in stupidity and sexual innuendos." He puffed out his chest proudly. "Even that is a talent. Thank you, muffin!" I scowled at him. "What's with the cake name?" "Suits you." He shrugged. "Better than nerd."

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”