Funny Insults Words Novels & Stories

The sound that escaped was a low, rumbling chuckle, eyes glinting as he watched her animatedly gesture at him. “You’re blaming me for your grades?” he asked, still laughing softly, a dangerous, amused undertone threading through his voice. “Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back dramatically. “All your fault! You’re the reason my brain isn’t working!” He shook his head, laughter spilling out now, echoing lightly in the study. The sound was warm yet teasing, and Timtim felt herself softening slightly despite her frustration. She rolled her eyes at him, trying to regain her composure, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her, tugging into a small, amused smile.

Lily When I finished, I waited for Naomi to either pity me or laugh at how stupid I’d been. Instead, she was quiet for about ten seconds, and then she exploded. “That absolute cockwaffling piece of shit,” she said, and her voice was so full of rage that I almost jumped. “I hope his dick falls off and gets eaten by rabid squirrels.” I couldn’t help it. I started laughing, partly because “cockwaffling” was possibly the most creative insult I’d ever heard, and partly because it felt so good to have someone be angry on my behalf instead of just feeling sorry for me.

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.”

But instead of admiration, their expressions held shock, pity, and disapproval. All of it was because of the unfiltered insults pouring from her mouth, hurled into her phone as if she were tearing apart the unfortunate soul on the other end of the call. “Fuck you, bitch!” she spat. “Fuck your family. Fuck anything that has to do with you.” “Fuck even the clothes you wear—the shoes, the handbag you carry.” “Screw you!” “Damn it!” “And fuck whoever named you Sofia Clock. They wasted such a good name on a piece of shit like you.”

They look at us as though we're the filthiest thing they've ever seen. "They are no longer members of the Elite Family," "They deserve it," "Poorer than beggars," "Poorer than rats," says one. "Fallen Beckett's," From the rest, these are the top insults and ridicule I've heard so far. They were once my father and mother's pals, but now they only say terrible things to them as a result of a sharp aching in my chest. I'm not sure if my mother heard them or is simply pretending not to, or if she is allowing them to make fun of our family.

I know that describing someone as unicorn barf is an insult even if it's colorful, which is why I chose the safe answer and said, "You look like a unicorn...?" And it was at that moment I knew that I fudged (say no to bad words) up. She cried, she bawled, and she sobbed. She gave me a throne I will forever be wearing as she named me the worst cousin in the world. I honestly thought that calling her a unicorn would be a compliment. I never planned to offend her. She told me that she loves unicorns after all. Who would have thought that calling a child an imaginary colorful animal is an insult?

another chimed in, her laughter grating on my nerves. "You're one ugly bitch," a third one spat, her words intended to wound. But all I did was laugh. Their words didn't faze me anymore. I had dealt with far worse than their petty insults. One of the girls gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "What's so funny?" she growled, her face twisted in a scowl.

"...but they had never had the audacity to near our pack and they would not. So, it's hard for us to just…" "Hey, shut up!" I grimaced, and they all looked at me in silence, their expressions unreadable. I held their gazes, with my eyes burning with determination. "When I say you lots are foolish, it'll look like an insult, when in the true sense it's actually a compliment. You lots are worse off, than being termed foolish. And Look, I am beyond appalled by your shallow-mindedness and the gibberish that's oozing out of your mouth."

“Because I’d be glad to.” These are just empty words; he doesn’t actually know how to do it. Or am I growing impatient to do it with him? “No, you’re the reason God made a middle finger, asshole…” all I have been doing is cuss at him, I don’t know how he’s taking this much insult in and still smiling like he’s one at the top. “Are you sure it’s me, because I guess its you, who needs it inside your naughty little cunt…” there he is with another groundless joke, I want to strangle him to death.

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.