Insults For Tall People Novels & Stories

"I'm going to bring in your crutches. Be right back." His large hand swoops down one more time to mess up my hair and make it electric. I shout after him. "Neanderthal!" Laughter echoes against the walls. "If my new name is neanderthal, then your nickname should be menace!" "Still better than shorty!" "Shorty is cute!" "It's an insult!" "I like short girls!" "I'm not even THAT short! I'm average!" "Compared to me, your short." I don't have a comeback for that.

And someone who somehow managed to piss me off even when he wasn't trying to. I still hadn't forgotten what happened last night at his place, and how humiliating that was. I hadn't forgotten the way Salma embarrassed me, and how much my blood boiled as I stood in that room and listened to her insults. Normally, I have a very tough skin. Ordinary insults don't bother me. But when it's coming from someone who's so clearly better than me in every way, I can't help but feel the sting a little bit. When the insults are coming from way above you, then it's definitely going to hurt.

he whispered his voice low and edged with something dark. "Oh really?" I questioned still tiptoeing but I am still shorter, "you know you should have joined a basketball team instead of playing Hockey" I spit out angrily, it feels like he is looking down on me, and I hate that... That's one of the reasons I hate tall people, they always look down on me. "Why didn't you join basketball? Oh probably because of your height" Axel stated letting go of one of my hands only to pin both my hands above my head using only one of his hands, I let out a dry laugh, he is showing off how strong he is.

Then, the taller one takes a step back. Then another. The shorter one follows, reluctantly. "He said my sister was—" the tall one starts. "I didn't say anything about his sister," the short one protests. "I said—" "One at a time." I hold up a hand. "Tall one first. Keep it under three sentences." The explanation comes out in fits and starts—a misheard comment, wounded pride, escalation. Classic teenage garbage that would be the same in any high school anywhere. "So neither of you actually insulted the other," I summarize. "You just assumed insults and decided fists were easier than words."

Liam stopped too, slowly and carefully, like someone approaching an aggressive animal. "Did you just insult my height?" I asked. "I'm simply observing." "You are six feet tall." "Exactly." "That's not normal." "It absolutely is." "No, it isn't." His smile widened, and I hated it. A little. Not entirely. Which was becoming a problem.

Colton seemed to be struggling with coming up with something to insult me with and I really couldn’t forget how different we were in age, mentally. “If you keep acting like this… I may end up thinking you actually have a crush on me. Which is something I wouldn’t enjoy since you are rather short and I don’t go for short people.” I walked over to Colton and towered over him. I never thought I would see a day where someone's face got so red so quickly.

“You can’t understand it because you’re not me. When you look like the female definition of a high-value man, your wife obsesses over you. Lena knows no better man would even look her way twice. Tall, handsome, ripped… big cock. Can’t say the same for you.” “Dude, don’t insult me,” Jake shot back. “You’re not the only one with women throwing themselves at him. I’ve got plenty of female admirers too. Besides, you’re only a little taller than me. What’s the big deal?” “Tall isn’t all that matters,” I said with a laugh, “but I won’t go further. I don’t want to ruin the rest of the day for you.” He tried to stay calm, but I could see I’d hit a nerve.

He uses girls like paper and throws them away after use. He has no feelings. For him, girls are like a toy who will warm his bed anytime. "Kayish Miller!" I yelled out his name loudly. I really wanted to pull his hair out with my bare hands and wipe his smirk off his pretty face. He crossed his limit now and I WON'T TOLERATE BULLSHIT. "Yes, baby." He looked down at me. At that time I mentally cursed myself for being 5.4'. My short height was not helping me, while he stood 6.3' tall in front of me. I felt very tiny in front of him.

I pinched his neck, leaving a mark. And I'm not yet satisfied! I stepped on his foot with my expensive high heels. The ugly old man seemed unfazed! Doesn't it hurt? He does not react at all. He's getting on my nerves. But never! I will not give him the satisfaction of being happy. "Your ugly thick-skinned face is so tough and hard, huh!" Sorry for the insult, but I'm not sorry at all. He deserves it. The ugly fool just laughed. "Yes, it's getting hard, so don't provoke me, baby!" His voice is teasing me.

"Is it moral to insult and humiliate a classmate during an argument? They say birds of a feather flock together. Tiffany, you are the esteemed heiress of the McAuleys. How could you associate yourself with someone of such low ethics? Have the McAuleys’ years of upbringing gone to waste, or are your elegance and talent all just a façade? Is this your true nature?" If anyone could wield a sharp tongue, it would undoubtedly be Jade. With her sharp remarks, not only did she restore Melanie's dignity, but she also belittled Tiffany.