Novel & Cerita Insults To Call Someone

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'm determined to prove a point here! "He's a man. We have needs when it comes to--" "Not everything revolves around sex, idiot!" Irritated, it naturally rolled out my tongue. He briefly glanced at me as an amusement danced in his eyes. "What did you call me?" Uh-oh. Did i just call him stupid in a more insulting way? "Sorry. I got carried away..." I bit my lip and looked away, guilty. Damn.

I called back. Her laughter carried down. "You know that sentence is a lie, even if you have been saying it for two months!" I sighed, irritated. She was right. I keep saying that every time she insults or mocks me, but the truth is that she rarely insults me when it won't hurt. She always picked the right moment when I was feeling frustrated, or very likely to snap, and used the insults to push me to new feats. I wasn't about to tell her that to her face though, even if we both know that. Ignoring her repeated jabs at my inability to transform, and my being a freak of nature, I backed a good distance from the tree.

“What’s your problem, commoner?” Kilvic heard the tone in which he’d said the last word. His grandmother in one of her lessons on human interaction had taught him to look for such tones. It was regarded to infuse disgust in whatever word it was applied to; to turn it into an insult and invoke inferiority in its target. Nevertheless, Kilvic couldn’t see how the word ‘commoner’ was an insult. “Unhand me, you peasant,” the boy hissed, going a step further. This was the insult Kilvic could tell. Calling one by a station obviously below one’s own was inaccurate and disrespectful. Even greater demons took insult at such insinuations, and they weren’t intelligent enough to know enough.

He took a little step back, upang hindi siya tamaan ng aking hintuturo. How dare he say that! Sa lahat ng sinabi niya ay yun lang ang na intindihan ko. Walangya! Did he just call me stupid!? If your learning a new language ang una mo talagang matatandaan ang curses, bad words, swearing, and insults! Proven and tested na yan by yours truly. Kaya alam na alam ang ibig sabihin non sa Feysac! Does he think I’m that stupid! Yes alam kung tanga ako but only me, myself, and I can insult myself hmmp!

“I should’ve known you’d pull something like this. A whore like you can’t help but screw things up.” The insult cut deep, but I refused to let him see how much it hurt. “Stop calling me that,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m not a whore.” “Oh, really?” He let out a bitter laugh. “You think I don’t know what goes on in my own club? The way you parade yourself around, entertaining whoever’s willing to throw some cash your way? And now, you’ve got the nerve to bring one of your little boyfriends into this?”

Suddenly, just like that, a fry flew and hit me on the forehead snapping me out of the silent anxiety attack. “Stop staring off like that, it creeps me out, you freak!” He teased with a playful tone and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel offended by the name calling. After all, I did introduce myself as a freak when we first met. “Jerk,” I decided to play the ‘who gets the last insult’ game. “Bitch.” “Man-whore.” “Hoe.” “Dickhead.” “Ass-hat.” “Fucktard.” “Imbecile.”

I knew she didn't like me, but calling me a doll, a derogatory term for a prostitute, was the lowest of the lowest. Everything seemed to freeze at that moment. The air grew heavy with tension, and I felt a lump forming in my throat. I had been prepared for snide remarks or icy glares, but this insult cut deeper than I ever anticipated. It was a direct attack on my character, and my worth as a person.

The respect she has for him disappeared after realizing what he meant. "Who are you? What right do you have to insult us?" “I know what kind of people you are. You and your friend like sucking off royal blood. You must be itching to bait a rich man." Now, she is very angry. It's okay if she's the only one he's insulting, but her friend is also included. It's just not right and she also doesn't know what this guy's problem is. "Be careful of your words! What do you know, insulting us like this?"

It seemed she was probably bringing a new mad idea, what the hell was that now? "Don't tell me if it's rubbish," I protested, losing interest in the subject immediately. "You know, that's why I call you shit. Because you behave like an animal who doesn't use your head. In fact, your brain's shit!" She derogated all of a sudden. I furrowed my brows, and my eyes grew into annoyance. Why the hell did she insult me? What the heck did she think she was to insult me? "What the hell do you mean?" I asked, getting up.