Good Rude Comebacks Novels & Stories

"If you're done ogling me, I'd like an apology for bumping into me." Staring expectantly at him for an apology, I was caught off guard when he let out a burst of satirical laughter. "Excuse me, sir, what is so amusing in the statement I just made?" I demanded. "The fact that you think I'm ogling your sorry ass," he retorted haughtily. 'What the fuck.' "Excuse me?" "Excuse yourself," he answered. Okay, I take back my thought that he's handsome. This man is freaking rude with a disgustingly sour character!

Again, I shook my head at his ways of helping me before I started my day in this cozy place. ____ "Welcome!" Jeremy's loud voice was heard echo loudly inside the small shop every time a customer enters through the door. I smiled every time a smile decorated his small face, copying his gesture automatically. He is too cheerful for my liking but I don't hate it. Such a fresh thing to be around with. The day continues like every other weekend. People coming and going with some customers who like to make a lot of complaints and trouble but nothing is out of the ordinary so far. The elderly woman comes helping us around when the shop started to get packed with customers. Once in a while scolding

“You need to learn to APOLOGISE for your rude behavior instead of trying to please me by showing me your money. Because you will repeat something like that in front of me, I will throw petrol on that money and then light them up to enjoy FIRE.” . #TBC

Scarlet cheeks cast down, the host stuttering out a quiet apology before hastily retreating. Kate scowled, one eyebrow rising as she awaited Colton’s explanation. “That was rude.” “Me?” he scoffed, shoulders rolling in defiance. “Rude is staring at your tits like he wanted to fuck them. He’s lucky I didn’t wring out his fucking neck.”

“What? You don’t like to dance?” “I just don’t want to dance with you.” There. Nothing made a person back off quicker than a little bit of rude. And I could wield rude as if it were a deadly weapon if I did say so myself. I found it was the most direct, effective defense when someone threatened to get too close, exactly like the way he was nudging his business right into my emotional space. But apparently, Colton Gamble was rude-retardant. “Well, technically, being that this song is one of those group dance things, you’d be dancing beside me, not with me.”

I began, pausing for effect "maybe not a curse exactly, but more of a... let's say, rude comeback. Something I wouldn't dare to say directly" Laughter and surprised gasps filled the room again. Even Jacob joined in, his expression morphing into a good-natured grin. The playful banter and shared laughter only served to further lighten the atmosphere, making me feel even more accepted and at ease. It was a reminder of the power of humor and honesty in navigating even the most challenging social situations.

he taunted, reveling in his attempt to undermine me. A flicker of annoyance crossed my face, but I swiftly regained my composure. I had learned to navigate the subtle nuances of diplomacy, especially in the face of individuals like him. Maintaining a polite smile, I responded, “Age is just a number, isn't it? What truly matters is how we approach life and the choices we make.” His laughter lingered, but I refused to let it rattle me. Well, Nate, you caught me! I don't actually have any serious reason for wanting to see you. “Don't you get your nerves up”

She opened her mouth to speak again. Then the screen went black. A single gunshot echoed through the audio before the stream cut out completely. The video stayed up for seven minutes before it was deleted. But seven minutes was all it took. Thousands of people had seen it. Thousands had screen recorded it. The backlash was immediate. The influencers who had roasted me either deleted their videos or posted new ones apologizing. The comment sections flipped overnight. People who had called me every name in the book were now begging for my forgiveness. Some of them even sent money. Donations. Apology gifts. I didn't accept any of it.

And at that very moment, I knew I called trouble on myself. “Who are you?”, I asked. “How can you be so dumb”, he replied. “Nice name but a bit long for my liking”, I smirked at my reply. And all I got was an angry look. Good comebacks are not appreciated here! “What! You could have just answered my question without any stupid remarks.”, I have no idea from where this audacity came in me. His eyes were red and at that moment I knew he is from some higher order family who have no habit of listening to comebacks.

"Forgive me, as this is the worst circumstance, but you know that that's not what I mean." "I know nothing about you, don't assume," I responded coldly without as much as blinking twice. "Look. You're hurt, suck it up! I was hurt, too. Heck, it's even embarrassing that I still am when I think about you, you fucked up bitch! But you did all that you did, and you can't take it back!"