Insulting Names Mga Nobela at Kwento

As if it was the cat who had gotten hurt. Crystal was annoyed with herself. How could she be all nervous, when this guy was so calm? The man even walked past her and chose to help the damn cat instead of helping her. Damn. As if that was not enough, the man also gave the ugly cat her middle name: Princess. Was he insane? Damn it! This was an insult!

"Oh I'm fine. I'm grounded, but fine. The little rat told my mother, so baddabing, baddaboom, I'm here gracing your presence with the godly Kim Uriel." "I wouldn't call you godly, you're more satanic, if anything," Erin scoffed. "Your humble opinion is irrelevant, dear peasant. Oh, that rhymed - see? You can't get more godly than this." "If you were God, I'd sin on purpose to stay as far away from you as possible." "That's mean, Rin. Rin the Rude. I'm going to make that your contact name," he sarcastically pouted, tapping away on his phone as he renamed the number.

Smoke floated from his nose as soon as I finished my statement. "I've forgotten the question, stupid female," he huffed. I didn't think it would be a good idea to laugh at him. "My name is not stupid female. Try Acasia... A-caa-sh-a." A slight spark may have flashed in the black smoke. "Names are too intimate. I will not use your name." I controlled my need to stomp my foot. The obstinate brute. "Then try calling me female, if you must, but if you really want to apologize you might take 'stupid' from the beginning."

I felt my lips purse and my brows furrow and my eyes twitch slightly. Dammit! What just happened helped pushed away thoughts and voice of Maxwell douchebag Mckenzie. Yeah, it did helped. A whole damn lot. I stand up and dust invisible dirt of my shorts. "You can keep the job," I pause. "And Ivanono?" Rolling my eyes, I raise my hands up for emphasis. "What kind of name is that for a dog? It's just like naming a day old infant Marshmallow. The name would be worst for a person and its stupid for an animal. Other than your dog is insane, ugly and creepy." I yawn with my hand fisted against my mouth. "And smells bad too." I supply and Mr Grumpy Humphrey chuckles.

I hate him calling me Dark, he is spoofing all the time. "Stop calling me Mr Dark and I will stop calling you Mrs Dark it's simple. Try it once...some other name." He said with a trace of a smile. Umm let me think...Mr Attitude, Mr Irritating, Mr Rude, Mr Frustrating, Mr Arrogant...Mr Dominating, or yeah stone heart. I gave him a series of better choices. " Stop it, no more names," he said frowning.

It didn't look so bad to me, and there was a toss-up on whether or not they were referring to me in their little ditty (only if you believe in pink elephants and purple dinosaurs), but I digress. The thing that got to me, though, more than their mocking me, was the song they sang. Some names should not be used to bully and spite others. Some names should never be used to condescend and ridicule, and it definitely shouldn't be used by blackhearted sub-humans whose only claim to life and fame is that one of their siblings got fucked on camera in some homemade porn that apparently wasn't that good, and the other is the offspring of a wannabe movie star who still lives in his sister's shadow eve

“Ugh, who is this ugly bitch talking to?” “You’re a gremlin. Or maybe just a slut.” “You stutter so much… Maybe your mouth’s only good for sucking dick.” …I’m not so thick-skinned that their insults don’t hurt. They’ve been getting rather creative, and the fact they circle around me, corner me, always makes my back itch. But I’m still motivated. I won’t let them ruin my paradise, especially not for anyone else. “If you…continue. Uhm.” Huff. Breathe. “If you continue…t-this, we…we will have to call someone to remove you.”

They look at us as though we're the filthiest thing they've ever seen. "They are no longer members of the Elite Family," "They deserve it," "Poorer than beggars," "Poorer than rats," says one. "Fallen Beckett's," From the rest, these are the top insults and ridicule I've heard so far. They were once my father and mother's pals, but now they only say terrible things to them as a result of a sharp aching in my chest. I'm not sure if my mother heard them or is simply pretending not to, or if she is allowing them to make fun of our family.

He chuckled dryly, “Don't try to play dumb with me. I might have given you a lot of pain, but not once did I act crass like you're doing now,“ “If you think you can show up out of the blue and slander my name for no reason, then you must be out of your mind,” I blasted him and it came as a shocker to him. His eyes widened even more at my insulting words. I've always been my most polite with him, even back when he tortures me every day.

But instead of admiration, their expressions held shock, pity, and disapproval. All of it was because of the unfiltered insults pouring from her mouth, hurled into her phone as if she were tearing apart the unfortunate soul on the other end of the call. “Fuck you, bitch!” she spat. “Fuck your family. Fuck anything that has to do with you.” “Fuck even the clothes you wear—the shoes, the handbag you carry.” “Screw you!” “Damn it!” “And fuck whoever named you Sofia Clock. They wasted such a good name on a piece of shit like you.”