Insulting Names Novels & Stories

Clay nodded at my phone. “Hold your horses.” I rolled my eyes, pulling up the list. “Okay, the others in the cartoon movie were Slightly, Nibs, Chubby, and Twins.” I frowned, not liking any of those. “Ah, here we go. In Hook, there was also Ace. But that’s a no go since that’s my brother. Thud Butt is also a no. We aren’t insulting the puppies.” I shook my head. “Pockets could be cute. Don’t Ask, Too Small, Latchboy, and No Nap were the others. I don’t like those names.” I wrinkled my nose.

It made me uncomfortable. "Really?" My eyes widened in shock. Casper? Who would have thought? "I know you were expecting something like Hunter, Slade or even Mad Dog. Well sorry to disappoint, I have a completely normal name." He chuckled, downing a glass of wine in one gulp. Unmannerly taking mine, he downed it as well. I held my hands up in surrender. "No offense intended, I just expected something a little more-" "Tough? Chilling?" I looked down and nodded.

He paused, then added evenly, “I won’t deny that I admired her long before that. But I can assure you, any pursuit on my part was above board.” “As for those accusations,” Aaron let out a faint, humorless laugh, though his eyes were icy. “Let’s just say the consequences he’s facing are of his own making.” Unsurprisingly, the press conference sent the trending topics into overdrive once again. Nicolas’ burner account posts were dug up and plastered all over the internet by Aaron’s PR team and turned into meme-worthy headlines that mocked him mercilessly. He even earned himself a new nickname: “The Bitter Ex.”

Gracie was just right in-front of me, I needed to clear my head. “Bitch, you’re going to act like you didn’t see me?” “Not today, Satan.” “Satan insists.” “I resist,” “I…bitch what’s another word that has the sist?” “Desist?” “I desist?” “Fool. Little wonder your parents named you Cassava.” I breathed deeply, maybe I should’ve just replied my emails. “It’s Ca-ssa-fucking-no-va!” “Of course.” “There’s no point in correcting someone who already knows they’re wrong,” the long mouthed Nick chipped in.

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?"

After a brief pause, he whispered, “Also, they’re not worth so much of your time. If they can’t even understand Maxwell’s equations, they’re unworthy of ruining the top scorer’s mood.” When Samuel decided to insult someone, he could really hit them where it hurt. I found myself amused. “Samuel, that’s academic discrimination.” “I’m just telling the truth,” he corrected me. “Let’s go. If we’re any later, no matter how famous I am, we won’t be able to have lunch at that restaurant.” Some comments then appeared. [LOLOL! Even when Professor Grant insults someone, he does so using specific concepts that idiots wouldn’t understand.]

“I can’t let them think that I, Alessandro Bianchi, can be overridden. And it’s the same for you—as my wife in name, insulting you is indirectly insulting me." "They should respect that name. If nothing else.” I let out a hollow laugh, thinking, It’s just for the reputation, isn’t it?

“Your house? Stay in your lane woman. You don’t want to cross over. You might meet … in an accident” “You’ve won many competitions, even ones you’ve never entered. But,” she points a finger at my face. “There’s one you haven’t won. You should win a competition for most annoying, stupid, dumb, and let’s not forget. Ugly. I wonder how women go crazy over you. You’re sickening. I wish I had a human remote in order to switch you off” “I’ll leave, before I do something I’ll regret,” I say getting up and walking out. I got in my car and sped off. How dare her to try to insult me. I am Lance. Lance Kyle Russo. No one insults me!

And just like that, he turns and climbs up the stairs to the hall. Only one with higher power can silence a lecturer this way. I gulp. ... Words/phrases and their meaning: * Na over-familiarity dey bring insult — over-familiarity breeds contempt * Just say it pain you — just say my comeback hurt you

Let's see, what more does she think about me. "Yes diary, he's the deadly demon. That's the perfect name for him. Look, how good I am at keeping names. You must be also satisfied with the name I gave him right? Yeah yeah, I know I know. He's so rude, so arrogant and ruthless. Remember, his all time favourite dialogue? "I am The Justin Merchant." I know and in fact every one knows his name. Someone please tell him, he doesn't need to repeat his name. Come on dude. What's the meaning of earning so much of name and fame if you have to keep on repeating your name?