Novel & Cerita Insults For Tall People

He was way taller than me and I hated how his mere presence intimidated the crap out of me. Why do tall rich people have to be assholes?! "Sit down, Ms. Abrams" He instructed me and I had no choice but to listen to him. "How old are you?" "Excuse me?" I was completely taken off guard by his question. "I hate repeating myself, Ms. Abrams." He muttered in an agitated voice and I could feel my blood boiling with anger instantly but I took a deep breath instead to calm myself and answered his stupid question. I can't afford to have an attitude right now.

It's a taboo subject for me. . . "After round off. It will still be 5 foot", He grinned. . . JERK. He is making fun of my height. . . #TBC

No wonder every parent wanted their children to be tall. Being tall made one look intimidating; being short diminished you. Brenda clearly didn't expect my retaliation. Her portly figure fell back clumsily, and she had to gather herself. Humiliated, she cursed at me, saying that I was uncouth and uncivilized. I was so mad. She truly thought that I would allow her to disrespect me blatantly. Fine. I had tried to be courteous, but she would have none of it. I wasn't going to let her accuse me of something I'd never done.

full of irritations I said that made everyone quite. “Your standard was too high like this university. I was born in poverty but absolutely I'm rich than you in when it comes on habit. I'm smartest person but I am not exist im your world because I am nothing in the life of brats child like you.” I even move closer to Mark as I give him an evil stare. “You're always call me that I'm nothung but Miss Nobody. You f*cking man how dare you to insult my capacity?” full of anger I said, I couldn't realize that my tears dripping from my checks without being aware of it.

The women did not hold back with their insults. Skylar turned so red she was almost purple. “I’m not as tall as Swallow, but I’m not that bad. I don’t care if you want to praise her, but there’s really no need to insult me to do it,” Skylar said, gathering her courage. The other women only laughed at her.

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?”

he teases. I glare at him defiantly as I tilt my chin upward to meet his gaze. Damn it, he is a skyscraper at 6’6” or something. Next to him, I feel like a doll...although that’s not an entirely unpleasant sensation. I like big men, but I hate that he brands me as ‘short’ at 5'4. It’s infuriating! “You got something against us 'short' people?” I snarl, attempting to keep my pulse from quickening.

I felt a chill skitter down my spine. This felt weird. "Apologize?" He raised a brow as he tasted the word. He let out a scoff. A scoff? Did he just scoff at me? My anger level rose at its own will. "Yes, apologize. I'm not the reason you're so tall, you don't even see the tiny people below you, your narcissistic Highness!" I blurted out angrily, with a hint of sarcasm, my confident waned drastically and the regret bounced in.

“Someone tripped me.” “Excuses excuses,” Lola said with a roll of her eyes. “If you weren’t as tall as a giraffe maybe you wouldn’t be so clumsy on your own feet.” I leaned towards her. “I’m sorry I can’t hear you from up here?” A collective Oooohhhh!! went through the hall. Dahlia was pretty short even for an average person so the insult was a good one. Even Tyler couldn’t keep from laughing at that one. I mentally flipped my hair and walked back to my seat.

"I'm simply driving the woman who insulted the mayor's son and exposed a potential saboteur... to my family's estate. Like one does." Deja made a grumbling noise. "Perhaps you should stop being so... you." "And what am I, exactly?" "Annoyingly perfect," she muttered. "With your face. And your brain. And your... tallness." "My tallness?" he repeated, amusement evident in his voice. "It's very inconsiderate to shorter people. You're just up there, all high and mighty, making me get neck cramps from looking up at you." "I'll try to slouch more often."