Good Insults Names นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I muttered, turning slightly toward the window to hide my smile. My thumbs moved fast over the keyboard. Me: Are you sure you’re not naming it that to jump on the hype train? I mean, I’m basically the city’s headline scandal right now. Grace: Of course not. It’s my way of saying I’m proud of you. But fine, what should I name it then? I leaned back, thinking for a second. Me: How about Douceur? Grace: Oh my god. I love that. It sounds sexy. Me: It is sexy. The kind of dessert that makes people forget they have morals.

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔✨✨ _Ujuritaellianna •••

,I smiled at my beautiful mate. "I thought of names",she smiled sweetly. "I was thinking of names as well",she grinned. "how about names that start with J",I suggested. "Jason, Jordan, Jace or Jeffery ",she blushed when I stared at her. "I like Jace and Jason",her smile widened at the two names. "I think Jace is good but we should use a different for the second boy maybe a h name like Hunter",she perked up. "I love those",she smiled.

While two mature people among them, who were standing there, seeing and hearing with sighed. "What can be expected from her, she only suggests childish and foolish things." Jenny scoffed. Sohu erupted "Why what's wrong with this name?" She looked at Jenny. "It sounds like a baby nickname, not a brand name," Jenny replied sarcastically. The others were nodded in agreement. "Okay, then if you have another name in your mind then tell us." Sohu folding her arms in front of her chest she said "Then I will tell you that why I chose this name."

Through the bond, that same cold emptiness was coming from Zaliver. “You know, that might be the first name that isn’t insulting. I’ve been called much worse—monster, killer, an abomination, and many more. Those are just the ones on the top of my head, but I have to say that’s the one that’s stuck,” he spoke with a large smile on his face, making his words all the worse.

I said giving him a smug look " I want a cute one. Why are all of them cruel? Even Cole didn't have a nice nickname." " You see your nicknames reflect you guys... For my Luca... Uh uh... Bubba... He is sweet, soft, kind and nice so he gets a nickname likewise!!! And you both get the nickname like you! Clean freak! Green freak! Bossy! Goat! So many names for him too." " This is so unkind from you, I'm hurt. Just always rubbing in our faces that you like Luke the most."

"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.

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 sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

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?"