Funny Insults Names Novels & Stories

I felt my lips purse and my brows furrow and my eyes twitch slightly. Dammit! What just happened helped pushed away thoughts and voice of Maxwell douchebag Mckenzie. Yeah, it did helped. A whole damn lot. I stand up and dust invisible dirt of my shorts. "You can keep the job," I pause. "And Ivanono?" Rolling my eyes, I raise my hands up for emphasis. "What kind of name is that for a dog? It's just like naming a day old infant Marshmallow. The name would be worst for a person and its stupid for an animal. Other than your dog is insane, ugly and creepy." I yawn with my hand fisted against my mouth. "And smells bad too." I supply and Mr Grumpy Humphrey chuckles.

His dad scolded him. “What a stupid man! To think it”s possible for a woman like me loves a man like you? Don”t make me laugh! A fat, black and poor man like you is such an eyesore!” Bunga insulted him. “What a loser! There”s no way I'll be a friend of the likes of you! Just die already!” Anto insulted him.

“As if I wouldn’t know about it! Man, everyone in the scene knows! You really made a name for yourself out there, Uncle Claude. Everyone now knows you’re a smooth-brained dumb*ss stupid enough to be played by f**king Rugal of all people. Oh man, you’re so fail, Agatha is about to be his b*tch!” The thorny irrelevance was not the only thing infuriating about him. He had insulted his uncle loudly and with a scornful jeer. In a few minutes, Jared Tramppe had truly become the poster boy for the word “insufferable”. Claude was enraged not least because he expected a degree of respect from his own nephew; and now, Jared was dropping insults on him like no tomorrow. God, did his parents remember to

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.

"I'm not annoying her." "What do you mean, no?" I glared at him. "Every time you see me, you insult me. My name is Fatima, but you call me by the name ‘Fat’! Then you will say that my car is too pitiful because the tires are flat. Does the sensible man do that? Every time you see me, you make fun of me!" You are a liar! In my mind. "You're bad, Kier." "Very ungentlemanly…"

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

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.

Astrid hissed, grasping for any insult she could find, though her words lacked the sting she intended. I shrugged, unfazed. "You’ve said that a million times already. Honestly, it's getting a little boring. If you’re going to insult me, at least be original. ‘Pathetic’ doesn’t even scratch the surface.” Kyle, who had been watching the exchange with a smug look, leaned in and whispered to howard who was seating next to him, “Burn.” His smirk hadn’t left his face, clearly amused by how easily Astrid was being unraveled. the two men looked amuse a little too amused if you ask me

He said in a not so friendly voice. "Insulting is when you make up things to hurt other people," I said. My lips formed a wide grin as the feisty side of me fully came out. "I am stating facts, Lord Damon," I said in an erotic way. At the back of my mind, my mouth is already hanging down from laughing so hard.

"Nice joke. I guess living a poor man's life has diminished your sense of humor greatly." A snigger was heard somewhere in the corner. We always played this game. The 'Let's insult each other game' it was fun until one of us tried to rip each other's throats. That was, in fact, part of the game. You get mad you lose. “Poor and proud. I can still wear a fifty dollar suit and walk into a room full of pompous rich assholes like yourself and own the fucking show." I grinned, "Not to forget woo the ladies."