Insulting Names Novels & Stories

Cara can totally see him being named that, he is smug just like his name. "You are totally missing the point." "Except for the part that my ass looks cute in this picture, I have no idea what I am missing." This is the second thing Cara notices after the name reveal of the angry monster. "Scroll down, Dingus." Cassie points at her phone forcing her friend to look beyond his name and her well-structured ass. Cara looks at the adjectives used to describe Alexander's "disgusting" deadbeat" "animal" "butthole", although Cara finds the last word impressive, she knew he does not deserve it.

“The time that we lost you, you went to see that old fart, didn’t you?” Old fart? Geez. Would it kill him not to insult people for once? “No wonder Custard took a detour.” Ren thought out loud and it almost made me choke to see him actually using his brain. And because of that, the princes were now giving me a disapproving glare. They were even glaring at Custard. “He he.” I laughed. “Don’t you ‘He he’ us. It’s not even funny.” Nate chastised me.

Ugh! I still can't get over the fact that she had the audacity to actually call me a stalker and insinuate that I'm a kidnapper. The look on her face when I returned her ID was hilarious, but I mean what kind of name is Isabelle? Sounds prissy. I prefer dark names such as Kendra or Chrystal, anything that makes me purr. Isabelle doesn't make me purr. I just have to stop thinking. I can't let it infuriate me any further. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Repeat. That's it. Mind officially cleared now. I'm okay.

he plays dirty. “Think about it, Josh,” Helena continued, serious. “It's okay for a nobody like me to use a cheesy name. But he's the President of Ballmer Corp! If I influenced Henrique Ballmer to use a name like ~*O_Principe_Das_Trevas*~ on W******p, I would be committing a crime against corporate reputation! It would be a sin!” She shrugged. “So, to protect his dignity and prevent him from doing something crazy, I said that ‘Martian language’ was out of fashion and changed my nickname to something serious. It was a necessary sacrifice.”

"We don't even have children." "That's why the naming process is currently low pressure," he said, entirely too pleased with his own logic. I asked if he had names he actually liked, refusing to go first, and he offered one that sounded exactly like something an Ashbourne would name a nineteenth-century duke. "Absolutely not." "You didn't even consider it." "I considered the childhood bullying," I told him, and he laughed like I'd wounded something ancestral.

＊ Heavy by Linkin Park Two years later, MY NAME SUCKS, and I’ve known that fact for as long as I lived. Even North West was a better name than Autumn Summers. The only good thing was that I didn’t get bullied because of it. Well, I didn’t get bullied at all since I was Queen Bee. I ruled the school like the back of my hand. No one dared to bully me. Not for my name, or for how fucked up my family was.

A mass of high heels clicking could be heard and Brooklyn rolled her eyes when she heard Stacy's voice. "Slut," Stacy coughed as she and her cronies walked past Brooklyn's table. "I'm so offended," Brooklyn called and smiled at Stacy. "Did you get an 8 year old to come up with your insults?" "It's not an insult if it's true," Stacy shrugged. "Oh, I wonder what names I can call you and get away with?" Brooklyn said cheekily. "Bitch, fake, slag two-faced, I guess I could use slut as well, maybe whore-"

All you gotta do was give them the last name, and trust me it was like walking into a casino to place bets. Was it Sarah, or Matilda, Janelle, Donil —and I still didn't get how in the name of Apple products that Donil was an actual name— Franca, and the fucking worst of them all Gloria. I have had enough of women, I preferred the use and dump. It was far better than some stupid commitment. Just fuck them and get out of there. There was no need for some sappy shit. No one liked cheesy.

“What's funny? Haven't you realized that you're funny? I don't know what Alpha Stephan saw in you. I mean, everyone knows he's not into your gender. I wonder why it seemed like his sexuality changed over a common whore!” That was the worst form of insult directed at me, and I don't think I understand why I deserve to be insulted that way. “Are you done?” “Done? What do you mean?” “I mean if you are done insulting me then we should get down to business if you understand what I mean.” “Oh, if that's the case, let's get on with it as soon as possible!”

She scoffs, looking pleased with her cliché of an insult. I raise my brows and giggle, dropping my hands at my sides. “Seriously, is that the best you’ve got?” I titter, shaking my head unimpressed. “With all that money you have, one would think that you would be a pro at insults. I mean, isn’t this what all of you rich women do anyway? Sit on your thrones, sipping on expensive wine as you peel layers off innocent people’s lives away like an onion, degrading them just to make yourself feel superior?”