Insulting Names Novels & Stories

Grinning, he stepped back. “So, what do you guys think of the names? Awesome, right?” I lifted a brow, waiting for them to praise me. It took a lot of thought for me to get those names together. I wanted to hyphenate my surname and that of my mates, but I didn't like the sound. Stone-Cold. Cold-Stone. It sounded like a name they might be bullied with should they ever go into the human world.

And despite everything, she couldn't help noticing the way his formal clothes fit him, all sharp lines and controlled strength. Damn him. "Enjoying your foot in your mouth?" Orion asked, that insufferable smirk creeping back. "Better than enjoying your own ego, Prince Onions." His eyebrows shot up. "Prince Onions?" "It's what your name sounds like. Orion. Onions. Very similar." "They're nothing alike." "Agree to disagree." He leaned down slightly, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "You know, most people who insult me have the sense to do it behind my back."

Suddenly, just like that, a fry flew and hit me on the forehead snapping me out of the silent anxiety attack. “Stop staring off like that, it creeps me out, you freak!” He teased with a playful tone and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel offended by the name calling. After all, I did introduce myself as a freak when we first met. “Jerk,” I decided to play the ‘who gets the last insult’ game. “Bitch.” “Man-whore.” “Hoe.” “Dickhead.” “Ass-hat.” “Fucktard.” “Imbecile.”

He said in a not so friendly voice. "Insulting is when you make up things to hurt other people," I said. My lips formed a wide grin as the feisty side of me fully came out. "I am stating facts, Lord Damon," I said in an erotic way. At the back of my mind, my mouth is already hanging down from laughing so hard.

Caige gasped as Brite roared with laughter. Linus nodded then sighed as Caige collapsed into a fit of hysterics. Even Lejend was laughing, and Skye reached out to pat his hand in commiseration. “No wonder you wouldn’t tell us,” Brite gasped out through his gales of laughter. “What a snobby title!” “The worst part is there are three other people with the same title having First, Second, and Third before their actual title and names and snobby surname, what poor fucking saps,” Caige added and the alpha was about ready to throttle them all.

his mocking voice taunted behind me and I stopped. “At least, I'm not a spineless pussy like you. Seeking people's validation and bringing others down just to make yourself look better is really a bitch move. Are you that attention starved? Did Uncle Caelum not give you enough attention as a child? I'm guessing not, seeing how Nevan and Calix turned out better. It must be your whorish mother's genes. You're calling me a bitch? Go look at yourself in the mirror. You'll see both a pussy and a bitch,” It was childish, really. Insulting ourselves like a bunch of fifteen-year-olds wasn't really my cup of tea. But seeing the angered look on his face made me not mind being petty. It was quite refre

From the few lessons Lillian had given us, I knew the over use of his name was meant as an insult. "First of all, I am not a puppy. Nor am I yipping at your heels. I am here to make sure not another one of my mates try and rid you of your throat. So thank me before insulting me again. Secondly, he isn't Julian and she isn't Luciana. He is your Royal Highness and she is Queen Consort. Refer to us by titles, seeing as you do not know me nor Luciana. Thirdly, I am not excusing what Luciana had done, I am merely stating that she never does anything without being provoked." I explained, trying my best not to sneer at the man. His eyes turned to slits, studying every bump and curve of my face. He

“What’s your problem, commoner?” Kilvic heard the tone in which he’d said the last word. His grandmother in one of her lessons on human interaction had taught him to look for such tones. It was regarded to infuse disgust in whatever word it was applied to; to turn it into an insult and invoke inferiority in its target. Nevertheless, Kilvic couldn’t see how the word ‘commoner’ was an insult. “Unhand me, you peasant,” the boy hissed, going a step further. This was the insult Kilvic could tell. Calling one by a station obviously below one’s own was inaccurate and disrespectful. Even greater demons took insult at such insinuations, and they weren’t intelligent enough to know enough.

Wyatt says to me, his hand rubbing my back. “Ugh, horrible names. Seriously, after me, the hospital should have realized that Isolde sucks at naming children and they should have invoked veto power or something. Revoked her naming rights.” I mutter angrily. It's like she went out of her way to give us the worse names she could think of. Like she'd hear a name and think, 'Oh, that will get a kid mocked mercilessly, let's go with it!' and she would name us that! It's just one more of the many things that I can't stand about her.

he said. I smiled. “Kimia, Brain.” I’d deliberately gotten his name wrong. It helped that it could come off as a sarcastic insult. “Sorry, Kimia. I sort of suck with names,” he said with a sheepish grin. I indulged him with a small smile, and looked at the table.