Funny Insulting Names Novels & Stories

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

And now, he was praising her for doing it well. What was happening in this family? I looked to Hawk to find him still wearing the same expression he’s had all night - caught between a smile and a cry. “Ok, Cinnamon,” Jeff said, gesturing to me. He didn’t need to though; I’d accepted the fact that from now on, I was Cinnamon to Jeff Moose, just as I was Milkshake to Gina Moose. But on the bright side, I had it better than Hawk and Dove. Hawk was ‘Beef Jerky’ to Jeff, and ‘Pepper Chicken’ to Gina. And Dove was 'Carrot Cake' to Jeff, and 'Sweet Barbeque' to Gina. So, yeah, the Moose parents loved food related names. Although, when referring to themselves, the names shared the same kind of cra

Beautiful pictures of her were used, but people edited it with pictures of feces to make it disgusting and funny. The title "Sh*ttiest person in Ruthorham" pushed her fame to new heights, and her reputation was completely destroyed. When Valeria saw the title, she wheezed while laughing. William held her in his arms and massaged her stomach, "Alright, cut it out, if you continue laughing like this, it will hurt the baby." "No, it won't. If I'm happy, the baby will be happy too. Hahaha, I feel so good!" She still couldn't control herself, "Hubby, did you get someone to come up with the nickname "Sh*ttiest person in Ruthorham"?"

I started walking anyway, the afternoon sun beating down on me My jeans felt too tight, my tied-up shirt suddenly embarrassing instead of cute. Every mean nickname he had ever called me played on repeat… Fat-suh, beanbag, sack of potatoes, marshmallow. He said them with that grin like they were funny pet names, but they cut deeper each time, especially coming from him.

“Fine. Add me now. Let me see whether your name is really that.” Nola stepped forward, took Samuel’s phone, and glanced at his game nickname. She could not hold back her laughter. “Old man, I thought your ID would just be your plain old name, Samuel. I did not expect you to call yourself Peak King Samuel. Ahahahahahahaha.” Samuel had no words. Was it that funny? Nola’s wild laughter was not very aggressive, but it was extremely insulting. Samuel instantly felt as if he had taken ten thousand points of damage.

I stated from beside him. Pyrite busted out laughing at the abbreviation of his brother’s name. “Oh, Py sweetie. I didn’t forget about you,” I smirked at him. They both busted out laughing at the nicknames I had for them. “I like Pie, so I’m okay with my nickname,” Py stated with a smug look on his face. “His is an animal that's used for manual labor. “Or you’re crusty and I’m studly,” Ox said with a glare at Py.

A mass of high heels clicking could be heard and Brooklyn rolled her eyes when she heard Stacy's voice. "Slut," Stacy coughed as she and her cronies walked past Brooklyn's table. "I'm so offended," Brooklyn called and smiled at Stacy. "Did you get an 8 year old to come up with your insults?" "It's not an insult if it's true," Stacy shrugged. "Oh, I wonder what names I can call you and get away with?" Brooklyn said cheekily. "Bitch, fake, slag two-faced, I guess I could use slut as well, maybe whore-"

I will tolerate anything but insults, don't try that", I rasped. Immediately she started clapping her hands and hauling all manner of insults at me. "So right now, it's no longer chubs, it's now Janelle, not even Janey. You no longer add the best in front of friend, it's now friend, that's good, it's alright. Now let me get something into that head of yours, you're motherfucker, a pervert, a hole where guys ditch their expired sperm. I don't fucking care about you, if that's what you think, let me tell you, the strippers in the clubs are way more better than you.

I laughed as I observed them. He said irritatingly, "Shut the fuck up Waltair Shoan." They are once more making fun of each other, and I can only snicker at these two. "Of course, Rome Julien." Do you know what's funny? We were named after a country's name coincidentally. We do consider the possibility that our parents are simply unknowing pals. "Loser." After Shoan said that, he glared at him and hurled his french fries at him. He frowned and added, "Maybe you forgot that I never lose."

He is. "Oh look, the hooker is here." I look over and see Quincy and Geni sliding into the seats next to me. "What's up, twatface?" I respond to Geni's jab. I'm not sure when we started trading insults, but she seems to get a kick out of the different names I can call her so I keep doing it. In a really weird way, it has seemed to bridge the gap between our differences. "Ooh! Twatface," she says. "I like that one. Did you get a list of insults off the internet?"