Insults To Call Someone Novels & Stories

I feel so small…She does not even give me a chance to answer as she walks past me , bumping into my shoulder. “And he calls Nicole a slut…Ha!” she insults me. She indirectly calls me a slut. A laugh of mockery leaves her mouth , it pierces my heart and ear drums.

Well that explains his lack of respect towards women. "So you're a whiny-ass piece of shit, a man-child, I presume?" I ask with mocking smile on my face. His smiled was wiped off his face clean off, and he looked at me enraged. "Bitch, what the fuck did you just say?" he growled, and the other two stopped laughing as well. Having caught the tension. They were too busy in their heads they haven't even realized I was throwing them an insult. "I said," I paused, crossing my arms against my chest. Their eyes quickly dropped to my cleavage peeking through my blouse, and I smiled, "You're a whiny-ass piece of shit man-child, at best, couldn't make the right decision without mommy standing by you?"

"Why do I still look wrong here? Why am I still bad? Always in your eyes, I haven't done anything right-" "Do you think it's right to insult a person who’s older than you?!" I don't want to raise my voice at her because I know I would just hurt her feelings by making her realize her mistakes, otherwise I don't want to condone her. "I'm going to react to what you did because of insulting your father, and that’s bad! And for not showing them some respect is something I can't tolerate!"

He is. "Oh look, the hooker is here." I look over and see Quincy and Geni sliding into the seats next to me. "What's up, twatface?" I respond to Geni's jab. I'm not sure when we started trading insults, but she seems to get a kick out of the different names I can call her so I keep doing it. In a really weird way, it has seemed to bridge the gap between our differences. "Ooh! Twatface," she says. "I like that one. Did you get a list of insults off the internet?"

My fists tightened in response to the insults falling from his lips. “Well, I try my best, Mr Rob, but I’m sorry it doesn’t suit you well enough.” “You’re damn right it doesn’t suit me well enough, dammit. You’re so useless, always have been.” He snapped, slamming his hand hard onto the table. I stilled, shoulders raised in sheer anger. “What the hell do you want with me?! Why did you call me here, to rain insults on me?”

"I wouldn't do that if you didn't insult me. Do you know that because of you my day was completely ruined?" "I call our cat Fat, not you. You're weird. You thought everything I said was about you. Because you're fat, you immediately thought you were what I called Fat, You're too guilty." "What the f–hmp!" I inhale and exhale. I have to control myself. Kier would annoy me, even more, when he felt that my brain cells were getting angry. "Hey, Fat! I mean, Fatima." "All right, insult me ​​some more." I saw a rock. "Choose, I will scratch your car, or I will break your car window?!"

he said, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. “Excuse me?” I could let his general hostility slide, but insulting my job? Nah, that wasn't going to fly. There's something about people who think it's okay to insult someone's job that just gets under my skin. I mean, come on! We all hustle, grind, and put in the effort to make a living. Whether you're flipping burgers, being a stripper, or, in my case, tutoring, it's all part of the daily grind.

I know, it’s their game, it is how they try to break the minds of those they target. “Looks like another wannabe who wants to get into rich people, you think prince charming will help you?” and the girl with the bob cut hit it last. Myself is just average and I know it, but for them to insult me like some leech trying to do such an act is something I won’t let pass. I was about to open my mouth and talk back when I heard someone speak up loud that silenced everyone.

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.

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-"