Insults For Tall People Novels & Stories

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.

"And I don't like football players, but I do refuse to date anybody shorter than I am." "Well, that leaves like three guys in the school for you to date that aren't football players, and one of those is your brother. You're like five-eleven, right?" "That sounds about right." "Good thing you didn't say 'dumber'. That would just leave one and I don't even need to add the part about being football players." "You didn't pronounce the n at the beginning of none." "That's not even true, Kota!" "Whatever, but if you're trying to say my tits only look small because I'm tall, I call bullshit."

He ushered me into the bar as all eyes automatically focused on me. I was an extra height human now, with a 6.9 feet high. Stefan wasn't even up to my shoulder length and I could hear so many whisperings, "Oh Lord goodness, what a huge dude!!" "Daddy, can I be tall like him someday??" "Fvck!! Babe this guy is literally the tallest guy I've seen." "He must be a basketball player!!" "Mommy, look at this giant man!!" I felt uncomfortable being around such pathetic humans as I wore a broad smile and slowly, before I could even realize, my teeth were visible.

I demanded in a firm voice while pointing at the ground. "That nosy bastard," He muttered under his breath. "Don't listen to him and just go back to your palace before you collapse." "Stop sending me mixed signals! One moment, you care about me, but you push me away the next and I don't know where to stand anymore!" I stomped around him and stood in front of him, looking up to stare at his face. Why is everyone so tall and why am I so short?!

This is what makes him even more arrogant. When he meets people not on the same level as him, he will be insulted and say they are lowly, despicable people. Some time ago, when he was at a cafe, he accidentally nudged an intern who was mopping the floor, causing the drink in his hand to fall and hit his expensive leather shoes.

He was arrogant and very petty, the perfect combination for a great billionaire like him, he was like a god entirely. “So you shouldn’t limit yourself… What I suggest you do is take their insults, use it to work on yourself and collect their boyfriends later” He replied and I almost tripped. His words were so absurd and hearing them while climbing a mountain was very risky. “That’s impossible… For someone like me, I’d take years to lose weight and we’ve got less than 6 months here…” Sadness filled my voice.

“You can insult AND compliment me in the same sentence? That has to be an Illuminate superpower right there!” I thought it was a joke! Because not by ANY standers would you consider me small – except for my height perhaps? I was a BIG girl. With thick patting all around. Hell, every crack I had could sweat and my thighs had joined just before I turned 13. And they have never separated since! Calling me small was hilarious! Zane, on the other hand--- “I’m NOT joking!” he growled and, to my surprise, I think he meant it! “You could hurt yourself with this!”