Novel & Cerita Insults To Call Someone

I stared at my own reflection in the mirror of the male restroom, my face deadpan, my arm stretched far enough to keep my ears away from the horrible blaring. Another screamer. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why can’t they come to me and scream in my face? Why must they always scream into their phones? Did my ears do something wrong to them? I placed the phone to my ear again and said calmly with the smile of Mother Mary, “Calm down, babe. You know I never mean to insult you.” Fuck you, bitch. If I was truly insulting you, I wouldn’t be this kind. She scoffed condescendingly. “Then give me one good reason why you chose that dipshit over me.”

I remark. "If insulting me is going to do you any good, then go ahead. Throw all the insults that you want at me." She even has the guts to talk back at me, huh? Great! Just what did I do in the past that God was bringing these kinds of people into my life? Am I getting punished for something?

"Hey! Can't you see he is here with us? Why don't you get out of our sight, you ugly wrench!" A sharp voice coming from the woman standing her called her out. Allysa’s expression turned sour, she can tolerate their rude stares but she can never, ever let someone insult her and let them get away with it. Allysa’s eyebrow raised as a response. Brushing her hair upward, she looks at the woman who just insulted her. “Who the fuck are you? Do I look like I cared? And stop insulting yourself, I know your eyesight isn’t that great but you should try to look in a mirror. Better yet, wear some eyeglasses you dumb bitch.” Allysa snarled without remorse.

She replied. "A stray dog," I repeated, not the least bothered by her words. If she was trying to rile me up then she was failing terribly. I heard more hurtful words from people in my life that her words didn't really sound like an insult anymore. That is what happens when you hear a phrase repeatedly. You suddenly grew used to it or tired of it and at this point, I got both. I didn't like the insults but they no longer elicit any emotions from me.

How did he expect me to think clearly when he was looking at me like that while his fingers were caressing the exposed part of my waist under the crop top. "You called me dumb and I hate it. I don't like the way you insult me and undermine my decisions. I won't have you doing that again" I confessed, finally looking up at him so he could see the defiance in my gaze. "I'm sorry, kitten but you got me all wrong. I didn't call you dumb. I said your choices were. That's two different things" He tried to clarify but my glare only became harder. "You keep insulting whatever I want to do. Calling my plans dumb is the same thing as calling me dumb" I snapped.

Gritting my teeth, I said, “Hubby, did you hear Anya’s words? She is ashamed of us after she got married. Anya has long stopped treating herself as a member of the Walter family. She either trick Tina or harm Harry. Anya causes a lot of trouble for us. If I were you, I would slap this bitch!” “Who are you calling a bitch? Considering you are senior, I won’t argue with you. So, watch your mouth or I will probably lose my manners. Be careful!” She shouted. “Yeah, I’m calling you a bitch! You are the same as your dead mother” I said. The more I cursed the more excited I became. Years ago, I called Anya’s mother every day to insult her. She could not take it and gave the title of Mrs. Walter to

Immediately I picked up the call, I heard him screaming at the top of his voice and I could barely stop myself from laughing at his gullibility. “Bastard, fucking bastard- that's what you are. Asshole, who the fuck do you think you are? A fool, that's who.” He screamed at the top of his voice and I could hear him banging hard against a surface, but none of what he said had caused me to flinch. “Breathe, princess. What's got your panties in a twist this time around?” I finally let out the laughter I’d been holding while he insulted me angrily.

He said and I rolled my eyes. "All the times I have called me, haven't I been talking to you?" I asked him sarcastically. He bothers me everyday with calls and I answer his calls and we talk, what nonsense is he saying now. "This is different today. You are talking calmly to me ,you insult me most of the times when I have called you before." He chuckled. He is right about what he said, because most times he has called me I just start off the call by insulting him and asking him to leave me alone.

“Because she’s outnumbered you, idiot!” “How dare you call me that? You disrespectful little worm. I would hit you and teach you a lesson,” “Common then! Try it! Let me disgrace you in front of everyone so they will laugh because you got beaten by a sissy!” “So you admit you’re a sissy?” “Sissy means lady you idiot!” “Call me an idiot one more time and I’ll spank your ass like the dirty little slut you are,” “Enough!” I interrupted, my pitch high and full of built-up frustration and anger. Everyone began to mumble again but I didn’t care. I was tired of the constant harassment by Olive every single time.

I further taunted him. "YOU! YOU IMP! DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT!?" His grubby face turned beet-red as he fumed in his wrath, but I was not perturbed by his raging anger at all. In fact, I relished in the fact that I could throw around insults at him without a care of the world. These days, throwing around insults had become a privilege to me all on its own. Lord Vilavelt beside me was staring at the entire conundrum in muted silence. He didn't seem at all disturbed by the bedlam as well. So I took the liberty to throw in some more insults.