Novel & Cerita Good Insults Names

I know with this new post people will judge me, mock me, block me or whatever but I want to tell you guys that the people you guys worship are freaking rude, evil and don't have a heart. Sky Locason Sky Locason indeed is one of girls favorite, light brown eyes, defined muscles, tall, sexy but.. bad attitude? Is a no no definitely. Bad attitude, bad temper, bad brain and everything bad describes that person. No wonder he's still single! Who would want to stand that bad attitude and temper? Ha ha ha. Or.... He might be a gay. They might be perfect from outside but from the inside, they're all just rude, cruel and evil Billionares who only want money and fame.. lastly.. women.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

She scoffed then turned to Alex " you want to marry a servant? This is beneath you and this family. What has gotten into you for God sake? It is obvious she is after your money, just one look at her I can tell she is a gold digging bitch!" "Enough!" Alex snapped dropping his fork noisly. " That is not enough Alex, how can you embarrass your father, and even your late mother? what will people think or say when they hear my step son got married to a common trash?" She asked. Both Alex and his godmother stood up facing one another yelling until Josh hit his fist on the table, " it is okay now! please sit-down" The two sat back but not before pearl gave serena a look of disgust.

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

A text pops up in the screen diverting my attention. Grayson: Good night cutie. A smile makes it's way to my lips at the sight of the sender. Cutie...? He must still be looking for the perfect nickname. He really sucks at it. First hon. Baby...I hate that word, you should know why. Kitty....what am I? A fucking cat. Bae....the same as baby. I hate it. Sweety...I don't know. But I still don't like it. Cheese.....for real.

What was a good name for a baby? Because they wouldn’t always be a baby. Being at school with a bad name could be terrible. Kids could really be cruel. She remembered being at school with one kid named Scott… great name, but the kids had called him Scotty Snotty. It was the kids that had been little shits. How could actors or famous people call their kids’ stupid names? April often laughed at them when they got announced. Thinking poor kid. Now it was their turn to think of a name that wouldn’t put their child into therapy.

It still hurts but I can tolerate the pain. My eyes went to my mate sleeping with her head resting on the wooden table. The chair looked very uncomfortable and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I slowly walked my way to her. She looked so peaceful sleeping. My hands moved the hair strands covering her face. The familiar sparks ran through my hand making me sigh. My hand brushed her blushed red cheeks and I lowered myself to her level. "I am sorry I am doing this. I want to say goodbye but I can’t. The more I wait the more danger you will be." I said as I kept stroking her cheeks.

“Do I even want to know what you mean by that?” Olivia risked a glance over her shoulder, her cheeks flushing a faint, pretty pink. “Let’s just say you have a PhD in high-end spirits and brownies that can make a person forget their own name. Take it as a compliment, Derek.” “A backhanded one,” he countered, his voice dropping to that intimate, gravelly register that usually made her knees weak. “But I’ll take it. Mainly because it’s true—I’m exceptional at things that aren't necessarily good for you.”

I said, to Leia who was resting her head on my chest. “Okay, so here it fucking goes. List number one are the normal fucking names, like. Nova, Cara, Aria and Aurora.” “They’re all cute names. What about the not normal list?” I said, very curious how strange these names would be. “Okay, these are all inspired by fucking movies or games. So Rayne, Willow, Rey, Ripley, Aeryn, Elora and Allana.” I laughed, “is it wrong that I like the movie names better? So which one is your favorite?”

She approaches Marea ready to punch her, but Elliot intercepts her and makes Marea apologize, "Angelique was the one who created the nickname anyway." "Bullshit!" I say, narrowing my eyes at Marea and throwing my hands up in innocence because Kellypopotamus directs all his anger at me, "I preferred Kellyceros.” "You're fucking fat too, Dick Swallower. You can't..." "Enough. I'm sick of you yelling stupid shit like that. You’re all fat. You're all ugly. Leave each other alone," Elliot scolds us, scowling, "Keep picking, Monroe."