Insulting Humor Novels & Stories

He began dragging me away after aggressively grabbing my wrist. Rahul was grinning as he withdrew his extended hand. I am aware of how upset he must be, yet I cannot help him control his rage. "Harsh, you can't treat me like this. Rahul and I are close. Because of his humorous temperament, he was making fun of you. Calm down, please. He is merely my pal. He's only making fun of you." I turned around to face Rahul. Seeing his face made me feel sad. Harsh insulting Rahul in this way surprises me.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

"Nice joke. I guess living a poor man's life has diminished your sense of humor greatly." A snigger was heard somewhere in the corner. We always played this game. The 'Let's insult each other game' it was fun until one of us tried to rip each other's throats. That was, in fact, part of the game. You get mad you lose. “Poor and proud. I can still wear a fifty dollar suit and walk into a room full of pompous rich assholes like yourself and own the fucking show." I grinned, "Not to forget woo the ladies."

“Do you even know how ridiculous you look when you run? That thing you do with your head—” Foley’s jaw dropped. “I don’t—” “Oh, you do,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “And believe me, I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t busy cleaning up your mess.” Foley looks wounded. "Well, if you put it like that, you just make me seem like shit." "I was going for dirt," I retort. "You know, like the dirt beneath my shoes." "Whoa. Don't you think you're taking the insults a little too far?"

"Turns out you're just a ridiculously attractive idiot." He nearly choked on his wine. Quin set his glass down carefully, the soft clink of crystal against the tablecloth cutting through the quiet hum of the restaurant. "Idiot?" he repeated, a hint of mock offense in his voice. I grinned. "A very attractive idiot." "That sounds kinda worse." "It wasn't meant as an insult." " But I feel insulted." "You'll survive." He shook his head, but the smile never quite left his face, softening the sharp lines of his features in the warm restaurant lighting.

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

"There's no insult here honey. Just plain truth. You really need to work on adding more flesh. You look like the slightest wind could blow you away and you know I don't want to lose you." "Now you're point blankly insulting me. You've not even seen me in over two years and your concluding I'm skinny as a rail?" "Nope, you said you are skinny as a rail. I only said you are skinny. By the way, have you forgotten that we follow each other on i*******m. I see the pictures you post. But I have to confess, Hay. Even I have to confess, that slim body of yours is banging." "Insult me One minute. Offer me compliments in the next. Which way Clair? Maintain a lane." Hailey said, letting out an exaspera

His accusatory tone might have been intimidating if it weren’t so absurd. Yes, I had liked him. But I had liked the memory of who he used to be—an open, cheerful, athletic boy who lit up a room with his smile. Not this person standing in front of me now: a manipulative, self-absorbed man reeking of entitlement and bitterness.

“So! What do you want to know? How to keep a straight face when annoyed? How to look completely unbothered when insulted? Or, my personal favorite—how to insult them back so subtly they don’t realize it until hours later?” Her voice returned to normal, and Adam and I both burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of her growing list. “Just straight face,” I interrupted before she could go on. “He’s still our boss. No need for the insulting part.” Bella huffed like a sulking child. “Fine. But I’ll have you know, that one brings indescribable satisfaction.” “Bella!” I cut in impatiently.

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.