Insulted Synonym Novels & Stories

I further taunted him. "YOU! YOU IMP! DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT!?" His grubby face turned beet-red as he fumed in his wrath, but I was not perturbed by his raging anger at all. In fact, I relished in the fact that I could throw around insults at him without a care of the world. These days, throwing around insults had become a privilege to me all on its own. Lord Vilavelt beside me was staring at the entire conundrum in muted silence. He didn't seem at all disturbed by the bedlam as well. So I took the liberty to throw in some more insults.

And someone who somehow managed to piss me off even when he wasn't trying to. I still hadn't forgotten what happened last night at his place, and how humiliating that was. I hadn't forgotten the way Salma embarrassed me, and how much my blood boiled as I stood in that room and listened to her insults. Normally, I have a very tough skin. Ordinary insults don't bother me. But when it's coming from someone who's so clearly better than me in every way, I can't help but feel the sting a little bit. When the insults are coming from way above you, then it's definitely going to hurt.

He said with a distasteful frown, which didn't even move me one bit. ‎“Thank you for what? I never asked for your help” I informed with a straight face. ‎“You know what, you are ungrateful. An ungrateful spoiled brat is what you are” He dared to insult, like I was supposed to be hurt by that. He didn't have what it took to beat me at any game in life. ‎“And you are a self absurd, opportunistic parasite who thinks he is something just because he has a crown on his head” I insulted, plaguing his interest.

"Is this your last-ditch effort after he refused to meet you?" Their accusations, cold and mocking, intensify. I feel suffocated, overwhelmed by the onslaught of words and jabs. “Do you feel guilty? Cheating on your husband and turning him against his brother?” “Do you think you are even fit to associate with royalty?” Their insults are like acid and they burn me. There is chaos everywhere but I don’t shy away from it. I don’t duck my head. I hold it high and I keep my expression carefully blank. They may be out to cut me but they won’t see me bleed.

“Do you know what you have done? Do you know who you have insulted?” The room answers with a silence so thick it feels like contempt. “Kieran,” I spit, each syllable a lash, “You ingrate. You ungrateful bearer of my name. Do you think this is bravery? This is idiocy. You sit at my table, you wear my riches like a trophy, and you choose to stab me in the back?” My chest beats in time with the fury, a drum that demands an audience. My throat works. I refuse to be made small in front of these mice.

Sherry asked angrily. “I’m laughing at how thick-skinned you’ve become. It’s almost like the thickness of your skin grows along with your so-called social status.” Sherry gnashed her teeth and parried this insult. “If we’re talking about thick-skinned, I’m nowhere near the great Master Stockton’s level. You’re the one who was insulting me and talking about how much I repulsed you back then. Look who’s the one forcing himself on me and refusing to let go? How pathetic.”

My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and fury. “You’re always talking down to me about being a slave,” I said, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts to keep it steady. “Is that the only thing you have to say? The only insult your limited vocabulary can muster?” Keziah let out a short, humorless chuckle. It was a dry, grating sound that held no warmth, only mockery. “Aren’t you a slave?” he asked, spreading his hands as if stating an undeniable fact. “Yes, I was,” I replied, my voice gaining strength. The past tense was a shield. “But you shouldn’t use that to insult people. It’s stupid and insensitive.”

The crudeness of it made my cheeks burn with humiliation, my stomach churning with disgust and shame. The insult stung deep, making me feel small and dirty, like I was less than nothing. I stood frozen, unsure of what stunned me more—her filthy words to the Alpha or the way she just… casually disrespected me like that. I was used to insults. I was used to being trampled on, called names that cut like knives. But what she said… that wasn’t just an insult. That was an attempt to destroy what little pride I had left. Like my body was worthless.

She remarked, a winning title plastered on her face, and I can say she got the crown of savage queen this time. "How dare you insult me?" The bitch yelled in irritation. She knitted her brows and flush crept up her face, indicating she's now gone mad. But who cares? She can't beat Zaina's irony. "I never insult you. I only say what most students think of you." Zaina taunted and laughed like a crazy patient in the mental hospital. What do I expect? Once you started hitting on her, make sure you'll be able to handle her irony twice as the way you insult her.

Mason said, finally, and the flatness in his voice had changed slightly, lost some of its performance, become something more honest. "She finds you incredibly irritating," Noah agreed. "Those aren't the same thing." "Close enough." "Not really." Noah walked toward the door. "For what it's worth, the insult yesterday? She smiled right after. A real one. Not the one she uses when she's winning something. The other one." Mason said nothing. "Just noting it," Noah said. "The way someone might note the weather." He walked out.