Insults To Call Someone Novels & Stories

she yelled fuming with anger. "Mom, I didn't insult you. I am just saying that Whitney doesn't deserve the horrible words you are hurling at her neither does she deserve the harsh way you are talking to her?" "Now, listen to me, you little boy! You may not be insulting me directly but you are talking rudely and disrespecting me in the presence of my servant. Tell me, how is that different from an insult?" "Mom, it is different cos I never mentioned any foul word." "Will you shut up! You are talking back at me and you feel it's not an insult?" she asked with disbelief.

And for some stupid reason, watching her walk away felt worse than losing the fight. ******** Back in my room, the silence was unbearable. I stared at the ceiling, replayed everything, every word, every insult. Then it hit me. I crossed the line badly. Calling her names? That wasn’t me. I’ve threatened men, crushed businesses, destroyed enemies. But I don’t insult women. Especially not like that, especially not her. Damn it. Why her? Why does everything with her feel so… personal? I ran a hand through my hair and groaned. “Idiot,” I muttered to myself.

“I knew all that nice-guy act you had there in the hospital wasn’t going to last. I knew—” “Shut up, you don’t know anything.” I dismiss her, hoping she’ll stop talking, but she continues. “Oh, I know many things now. I know you’re an asshole, a bully, a sly—” She’s about to give me a list of insults, and I just can’t take it, especially as I’m driving. “Shut up, stupid!” I yell back. “Ohhh... And now you’re back to calling me that. At this point, I doubt you know my real name. You’re probably insulting yourself, not me, for having a brain as decoration, you oaf!” She yells back at me with every strength in her lungs.

His tone oozed impatience as he said, "What are you still doing here? Why haven't you left?" He gave me a once-over, eyeing me as if I were trash. "People like you scare off my real customers." He sneered at me, his expression full of malice. I looked up at him and said calmly, "What if he can't buy it in half an hour? I can still purchase it, right? I'm just waiting." Liam rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, his tone disdainful as he said, "Can you even afford it? What are you bragging about? Just look at yourself. You're trying to punch way above your weight!"

This time harder! "Don't you fucking dare call him that in my presence. Do you understand me. Now leave before I called the guards"I yell at him. He eyes darkens in a dangerous manner but he doesn't scare me, "You are going to regret this. You know something I wouldn't want to be with a lose woman like you. You are nothing but a whore and slut. You are not fit to be a princess"he spits out. "One more insult from you and you'll spending the remaining of your days in prison. Leave! Now!"I tell him in an intimidating manner.

"Ooh..." "But Sophia?" "Yes?" "It's best not to use that word." "Why?" She was having fun experiencing first-hand how her fiance would handle a child who accidentally learned a curse word. Would he tell the child the truth or settle that a child's innocence should not be tainted? "Because a bitch can also be an insult to a person. And insulting a person will make them feel bad." He patted her head. "You don't want to hurt people, right?." "So it is a bad word?"

“That brainless, two-faced, lying, backstabbing, good-for-nothing piece of trash! He will surely be punished by God and he will be rejected Wherever he goes.” I choked on my cookie and blurted out. What were these insults that I just heard? “Mom!” But, she wasn’t done. “That miserable thing! That cockroach in human skin! The day he was born, the heavens must have sighed in regret! Look at him, walking around in expensive suits, thinking he is important. Oh, he has no idea what has befallen him.” I covered my face as the insults rang in my ears. “Oh my God,” I screamed and My phone rang again.

“Ugh, who is this ugly bitch talking to?” “You’re a gremlin. Or maybe just a slut.” “You stutter so much… Maybe your mouth’s only good for sucking dick.” …I’m not so thick-skinned that their insults don’t hurt. They’ve been getting rather creative, and the fact they circle around me, corner me, always makes my back itch. But I’m still motivated. I won’t let them ruin my paradise, especially not for anyone else. “If you…continue. Uhm.” Huff. Breathe. “If you continue…t-this, we…we will have to call someone to remove you.”

The fucker was no longer around. “Who?” “Your man… Is he going to jump me again?” “He’s not here.” “He’s a fagot…” Tristan the all class said. Callie didn’t get this man. He was like so over the top cocky. So full of himself, so arrogant… “And you are a…” “Be careful baby… I’ve let you get away with saying stuff… I don’t usually tolerate insults… Not many who have insulted me have lived to talk about it…”

I shouted insults at him, calling him every name in the book, but he just laughed in response. "Let me go! I'm not finished with you!" I shouted, fueled by anger. "Oh, calm down, sweetheart. No need to get all riled up," he chuckled in response, his voice dripping with amusement. I glared at him, my heart still pounding in my chest. "You think this is funny? You think you can just mock me?" He shrugged casually. "You're the one making a scene here. So, go ahead, insult me. Call me every name in the book. It won't change a thing."