Insult Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“The universe sent me wisdom. And comedy.” “You—!” she stomped her foot. “That was private parent conversation! You’re not allowed to store embarrassing data on your tenants!” “I’m not storing anything,” he replied calmly. “Just wondering if the earrings on the stick figure helped the examiner remember the answer.” She turned a shade of red no artist could paint. And in her flustered fury, as she stomped again — one of her delicate silver anklets snapped off and fell onto the stairs with a soft metallic ting.

I could not help but insult her even the person in subject could not hear me. "Do you know that the skin tone around your forehead and neck are different in shades? Some of your eyeliners are smudge. Your lipstick is too thick. Your makeup doesn't even look good on you. You could only pass as a low-class prostitute. No, even prostitutes have beauty to sell. What yours then?" I suddenly got an idea, the best insulter of the year. I turned to Lucas, "Lucas, do you find her in your liking?" As expected Lucas made a face of disgust. "No way. She is too ugly."

I rebuked pointedly and the man lifted his head to laugh boisterously. ‘Arrogant pompous pig.’ I snorted angrily. ‘Pig? Far from it, my dear Becca. If you really want to insult the man, then you can do better by using a truer word. Don’t stoop low by using cheap words that don’t qualify in describing the man.’ My conscience jeered with a snort and I felt ashamed. I can’t believe I failed at even mere insults.

"Of course I have. But I have to say, I didn't expect you to recognize me at first glance. I mean, I probably wouldn't have recognized you if I'd seen you outside somewhere." The words hit their mark perfectly. On the surface, they sounded innocent enough. Just an observation about how time changes people. But everyone in that room understood exactly what he was really saying. The insult was crystal clear, even dressed up in polite conversation. Marceline's glare could have melted steel. How dare he come into their home and start throwing around veiled insults like that? But she bit her tongue, knowing that saying anything would only make things worse. Cross stood up slowly, deliberately, li

He was probably wondering what he got married into and reminding himself that he should never get on Max's nerve or black book. "All my life I've struggled with how people looked at me differently so you have no fucking right to do any freaking shit like spoiling my joyous day with your foul mouth." "Trying to insult someone by throwing thinly veiled insult is just pathetic" By the time he was done, he was panting heavily and my mom looked embarrassed while my father was spluttering in indignation. They didn't need a soothsayer to tell them anything before they got up and left the hall in embarrassment.

Frederick feigned innocence and countered, "Calling someone 'brain-dead' is an insult? Let's ask everyone then. Did I insult him? You're just bullying me because I'm new." Marsh said coldly, "Don't try to twist things. 'Brain-dead' means 'idiot,' doesn't it? Isn't that an insult?" Frederick widened his eyes and replied, "Oh my, I didn't realize 'brain-dead' meant 'idiot'! I thought it meant having an intellectual disability." Marsh snapped angrily, "Isn't that the same thing?"

“You walk around in a two-piece like you’re God’s gift, but girl, your chest is flatter than this road.” The insult landed like a slap. Lucia’s face flushed with rage. She clenched her fists tightly in her lap, nails digging into her palms. Her whole body stiffened with the effort to hold back. One punch. That’s all it would take to shut him up. But as much as she wanted to knock the smug look off his face, she knew better. Kaley was the one driving. And getting into an accident just because she couldn’t control her temper wasn’t worth it.

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?"

Ginevra asked her for the third time again. "What do you think, huh? Not saying anything and sitting on like I heard nothing, huh? And making him bring more women that'll call theirselves the Leader of an Affair just to tell me some nonsense, huh? Does that makes any sense to you? It's an INSULT?" She fumed angrily, laying emphasis on the "insult". Insult? How? "Or Ginevra?? Do you think he can't make himself to tell me that?" She asked as she finished wearing her shoes.

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