Insults To Call Someone Novels & Stories

Maybe sober they would know better than to throw around such harmful, baseless accusations that could totally destroy a man’s reputation. “Are you guys talking about Miles Hamilton?” says a third girl, joining the other pair. “I heard he’s a prick.” As far as insults go, this one isn’t even very bad. Miles can be a prick sometimes. But he’s also the man I love. So hearing these girls talk about him sets me off. Before I can stop myself, I’m storming to the group and opening my big mouth. “Miles Hamilton is the greatest man to ever walk the face of this planet, and for you to stand here and insult someone that you don’t even know is an insult to him and to all of us. You are embarrassing your

Her voice dripped with venom. I shook my head quickly. “I—I’ll pay for any damages,” I murmured, trying to deescalate the situation. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “If it were that easy to fix damages, then start with the one your face just caused to my mood.” “You’re very ugly—and fat on top of that! I bet you weigh more than an elephant,” she sneered. Her words cut deeper than I expected. I’d heard these kinds of insults before. Many times. But no matter how strong I tried to be, they still stung. Still lingered.

"That idiot called me a 'low life'. Why would I risk getting beaten over you?" My eyes widened at that, embarrassed. Of course, he wouldn't do that for me. Gosh, I'm so stupid! But he didn't need to rub it in my face like that. "Oh." Hurt and humiliations flowing free, but he wasn't done. "I mean come on, look at you. You're boring as hell, too good to even dare to think of something rather fun. You're plain, and childish. And in case you didn't notice, we've met for like a decade and you have to get me drunk in order to endure you following me around like a brainless puppy." Nate laughed cruelly and the first traitorous tear fell. I just couldn't prevent it. But it was as if he couldn't sto

Whatever! “We need to be civil with each other, for my mom. No more episodes like the one this morning.” Regina was trying to control her temper. ‘Does he think I’m just going to sit by and pretend when he’s being snarky at me?’ “For the record, I did not start what happened this morning.” “It doesn’t matter who started it.” “But I will not accept insults when I do not deserve them.” “Is there ever a thing as a deserved insult?” “Whatever, just keep your comments to yourself.”

'Bitch'. I feel fresh adrenaline running through my body. This is the second time he's calling me bitch and I won't take it. "You think you can just go on and call everyone you come across bitch" I say and he stops turning around immediately, surprised that I responded to that. He stood there searching my face, I have no idea what he is searching for but if he says one more insultive word, I swear..

It's no longer just a joke, this guy must be crippled in the head! "It would be praise calling him a cripple…" Various insults were constantly being thrown around. Rudy was able to take it initially, but his anger started to build. He was starting to lose his temper. These people were really crossing the line with what they said. He frowned and suddenly said, "What do all of you know?! It's one thing that you're ignorant, but you're just throwing your judgment everywhere. Remember what you're saying right now–don't slap yourself in the face later!"

“It is childish to ignore people and it is ignorant to turn down a good offer because of.. stupid reasons.” “Very articulate.” I mock him because he usually prides himself on sounding oh-so sophisticated. “So now I am not only a child, but I am also ignorant and have stupid reasons for doing stupid things. Good to know. I will just add that to yours and Noah's other insults.” I glare at him and he huffs angrily. “Do not ever compare me to him,” Andras growls quietly. “Oh, but you are acting just like him.” I hiss back at Andras.

I hissed. “I don’t think you are in any position to call anyone a brute.” Sonny chuckled, as he knocked back the remaining coffee in his mug. I smirked at his words. I was used to insults such as this. I had been called worse. The insults, criticisms and names had long since stopped bothering me. I was not the man they implied, but I knew grief had changed me, and sadly, it was something out of my control.

I stiffened at the audacity. “My manners may be rough,” he said, his voice cutting low, “but so’s your attitude.” The word landed like a slap. It dripped with mockery. “Why do you insult me?” I demanded. “Did I?” His gray eyes glinted with dangerous amusement. “Funny, no one ever called you that before? Betcha this is the first time a man didn’t trip over himself to please you, too.” My face burned hot with humiliation and anger. “Your manners belong in the gutter!”

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?”