Insults To Call Someone Novels & Stories

I rebuked pointedly and the man lifted his head to laugh boisterously. ‘Arrogant pompous pig.’ I snorted angrily. ‘Pig? Far from it, my dear Becca. If you really want to insult the man, then you can do better by using a truer word. Don’t stoop low by using cheap words that don’t qualify in describing the man.’ My conscience jeered with a snort and I felt ashamed. I can’t believe I failed at even mere insults.

His eyebrows twitched in unease—he had a bad premonition about the call. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for his phone. When he answered, an angry voice erupted on the other end: "You're an asshole, fucking idiot! Men like you don't deserve to own a dick. You should be made impotent, motherfucker!" Ethan's face creased with shock as he absorbed the torrent of insults from a stranger he had never offended. "Hey, hey, what is it, madam? Calm down—" Ethan started to say, but before he could get a word in, the caller continued hurling more insults.

“Do you honestly think that being Damien’s little lapdog gives you the right to talk to me like that? You think you’re untouchable?” I almost laughed at his words. Almost. It was the same line he always used—the “lapdog” insult as if I didn’t hear it every other day. But this time, I wasn’t going to let it slide. I was done with his games, done with him thinking he could walk all over everyone.

"How does it feel to know that you've ruined my son's career? Everything he worked for. All the scouts, the legacy... gone. Because of some pathetic little girl who couldn't keep her mouth shut." "I didn't do anything but show the truth," I said, though my voice came out a bit more breathless than I wanted. She laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "The truth? You're a slut, Vine. That's the truth. You’re a girl who doesn't know how to keep herself under control, and now you’re trying to drag my son down to your level." The insults started pouring out of her mouth endlessly. My head was beginning to hurt. Slut... That name should probably be my second name. I have been called that all my life ever

she couldn't help but growl in frustration that was not a good advice. " you do realize I rubbed mud on a multibillionaire's suit ". Emma stated. "You assaulted luxury fabric." Emma turned to glare at Kristie . "I didn’t assault anything. It was an accident!". "An accident that involved a billionaire’s patience and his probably expensive suit ," Kristie shot back sipping her soda slowly. " …Okay, but I didn’t know he was my new boss." "That’s the part that makes it funnier. You insulted your future paycheck."

She thundered and glared at her hatefully, her words are always coming out bitter, and she knows how to insult someone with words. “Made sense?” I mumbled then smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. You’re a ghost in my life and that’s why you couldn't notice all the important and reasonable things I have said, we don't even talk often so how will you know? Not when your brain is dull, such a dullard!” I spat hissing loudly. She returned the smirk, unmoved by my insult. “A ghost that’s living in your head rent-free.” She fired back at me defending herself and I frowned.

"I've been enduring all your insults for so long, you have no idea how bad I've been wanting to give you that slap, one slap isn't enough for the insults and disrespect you've given to me." "You better watch your tongue Crystal, I've tolerated you long enough and I won't keep on doing it, I won't let you insult my character in such a way. How dare you call me a gold digger! The next time you dare to insult me like that again, I'll be doing more than just giving you a slap." She threatened. Astrid moved closer to her. "Imagine what Lucas will do when he finds out about this behavior of yours, I'm sure you wouldn't want me to call his attention to this isn't it." She said a smirk on her face.

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.

I was going to ask him why he did so but on second thought, it was best to keep shut for a second. "Anything I want right?" He wondered for a split second without saying a word to me. "Calling you a bitchy wife wouldn't be bad right? A wife who seems desperate to get married and can do anything to embarrass him" He mentioned, making me feel sad and in regret. I felt Like crying but coming to think of it, it was nothing serious to fight for. It wasn't the first time he was insulting my personality so I was getting used to it now. I brought his phone for him and here he was, cussing me which wasn't right. I rolled my eyes in disgust as I wished to leave his sight immediately.

But the silence wasn’t silence at all. Not for him. It was filled with a voice. Ishtiyaq’s voice. Every word from that call played over and over in his mind, taunting him like a cruel melody. "she will leave you herself once she sees the monster you really are." The words bled into his thoughts like poison. He slammed his fist against the desk, the glass rattling dangerously, but no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, it came back. The same sentence, the same mockery. Like a broken record stuck on the most painful line.