List Of Insulting Words の小説・ストーリー

"Short fused bomb." "People-pleaser." "Cold hearted boss." "Emotional girl." "Emotionless man." "Naive." "Pervert." "Freak." "Horny." Michael shrugged as if he wasn't ashamed of that. "Lewd." "Boring." "Too much energy." "Motionless." "Non-stop talking." "Old." Michael gasped. "You take that back!" "I was about to say handsome asshole, how can that upset you more?", I laughed.

The sound of their feet against the ground as they ran after us in unison was almost deafening. “Whore!” Someone screamed, “You've barely spent a day here and you're running away with another man?” “How do you like being fucked faggot! Anal or Oral?” The insults kept flooding in from all of them. It was as if they all had one or two to say. “What till I teach you a lesson, gutter tramp” “Dirty slutty man whore!” “You have nothing but a cheap hole, free for everyone to fuck! "You're just a slut!" Someone yelled at me.

"Suсh іmреrtіnеnсе. I ѕаіd in mосk outrage. I'm ѕhосkеd, аbѕоlutеlу shocked I tеll уоu!" "Nоt just impertinence." Kіѕѕ Kiss. " But, іmрudеnсе аnd cheekiness." Kіѕѕ kіѕѕ. Inѕоlеnсе, crust." Kіѕѕ, Kіѕѕ. "Freshness, gall, rudeness." Kіѕѕ kіѕѕ and kіѕѕ. "And dіѕсоurtеѕу, сhutzраh, dіѕrеѕресt." Kiss, Kiss.

"What? Not my fault you're dumb and you're bringing a diary into your bag at school. You know everyone hated you so it should be you keeping one eye open for your haters." "As if you aren't hated by everyone as well? Illegitimate daughter of the senator. Home wrecker and a shame to the well respected conservative family!" I chuckled hearing his classic and signature insult to me for a very long time. And then I observed myself... Before, I'd instantly flame up once I hear that from him. And most likely, I'd still have the very same reaction if I hear that from someone else. But it's him. And somehow, that insult has watered down to an inside joke between us two.

"Leanna was right, you were a selfish spoiled brat who always sought attention. You're pathetic..." Can't he stop right now because his words are so painful I can't take them any longer? His words were like hundreds of pikes striking my wounded heart. I can feel my knees wilting as my body shakes in rage but I will not let him keep on insulting me. I will never be defeated by his false accusations. I don't care if he does not believe me. I was used to it after all. "I don't give a damn about what you think of me."

I didn’t want to. ‘Using the word pathetic for you, is an insult to that word.’

"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?!"

Rotten foods and all, while raining curses on me. “Slut!” “Desperate bitch!” “No wonder she acts all quiet. She’s secretly shameless!” The insults crashed into me harder than the rotten food hitting my body. Pieces of soggy bread stuck to my hair while something wet and foul slid down my shoulder. I curled into myself, raising my trembling arms over my head as tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. The laughter around me only grew louder. Every cruel word felt like a knife carving into my chest, and no matter how badly I wanted to defend myself, my voice refused to come out. My throat burned painfully, choked by humiliation.

Her insults echoed in his mind, each word a searing reminder of the humiliation he had endured at her hands. "Manwhore, trash, and the slap..." The words reverberated through his thoughts, fueling the fire of his anger until it burned with an intensity that threatened to consume him whole. He poked at his left cheek where her slap had left its mark, the sensation sending a jolt of fury coursing through him. Closing his eyes, he let out a low, guttural growl, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty bar. His mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge, of making her pay for daring to defy him and tarnish his reputation.

“You’re so arrogant.” “Not arrogant. Just confident.” I scowled. “God, you’re still as much of a butt-face as when we were kids.” Suddenly the mood lightened, and he laughed. “Seriously? ‘Butt-face’?” “Yeah. It seemed the most accurate descriptor I could think of.” “You use the word ‘descriptor’ but can’t think of a better insult than ‘butt-face.’ ” He shook his head. “I think you need to work on your shit talking.”