List Of Insulting Words Mga Nobela at Kwento

I never thought I would see a day where someone's face got so red so quickly. “Why the hell would I like someone like you! You are so unladylike! It's disgusting! You are more of a man than a woman! Go to hell! I hate you! You are only smug because you think you're smarter than me! Keep acting smug so when I finally defeat you it will hurt even more! Ugly! Stupid!” Colton quickly put space between us and went to the other side of this library but he didn’t take his eyes off me once as he kept throwing childish insults at me.

behavior. Their words manage to give me this twitch of pain in my heart, but I don’t let it show, these inconsiderate bitches are saying this just to insult and hurt me, they don’t deserve my attention nor my time. “Fuck off!” I tell them, loud enough for them and anyone close to hear it, I glare at them, happy of how genuinely surprised they look, and walk away, feeling a little proud for standing to myself. I may have been a defeatist before, but I don’t plan to stay one, and even though I don’t have much to use as retortion materiel, the magical word does it for now.

I had to calm down. Seeing me not fighting back, he was laughing rather loudly. “As Daisy said, you are a total bitch! A coward! Aha! Slutty whore!” He chose every dirty word he could think about to insult me. I couldn’t bear that. The power in me was almost tearing me apart. It was so hard to control its explosion. “Let me go!” I had to say these 3 words though they sounded powerless. “Is that all you got? You timorous sheep. Why not running to your mama and crying. Baa baa...” He was making a sheep sound, which was a total sarcasm to me.

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

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.

I had to jog to keep up, cursing him in my head with every step. Things like: Lumbering ox, musclebound caveman, stubborn cow, lazy alley cat… I’ve phased out the harsher insults from my vocabulary. My profession doesn’t exactly smile upon foul language. And besides, calling someone “stupid” outright? Technically, even that could be defamation. Even if it’s just in your head. “Dean! I’m tired!” “We’re here already.” “This building? When you said ‘Metro Tower Business Center,’ I imagined something else.”

She took a step closer, her voice dripping with venom. “Talk? You want to talk now?” she spat, her words sharp and cutting. “You’re a fucking whore, Roxette. A cheap little bitch who saw my dad as her meal ticket and spread her legs the second he looked at her. You’re nothing but trash. A gold-digging slut who probably got pregnant on purpose just to trap him. Do you even know how disgusting that is? Sleeping with your best friend’s father? Carrying his baby like it’s some kind of prize? You make me sick.” Each insult landed like a physical blow. Whore. Bitch. Cheap. Slut. Trash. They hurt more than I wanted to admit, because in her eyes, they were true. I tried to keep explaining anyway, my

“Louder. Tell us what you really are.” “I’m your anal whore! My ass belongs to you. Use it. Stretch it. Fill it with cum every hour!” The verbal degradation flowed nonstop. They called her every filthy name stepsister cumdump, collared office slut, brainless fucktoy, desperate leak-risk whore. Each insult made her clench harder around whatever was inside her.

“Ugh, who is this ugly bitch talking to?” “You’re a gremlin. Or maybe just a slut.” “You stutter so much… Maybe your mouth’s only good for sucking dick.” …I’m not so thick-skinned that their insults don’t hurt. They’ve been getting rather creative, and the fact they circle around me, corner me, always makes my back itch. But I’m still motivated. I won’t let them ruin my paradise, especially not for anyone else. “If you…continue. Uhm.” Huff. Breathe. “If you continue…t-this, we…we will have to call someone to remove you.”

She requested. “Oh come on, man! I don’t like to talk about it,” she whined. “That is exactly why I want you to talk about it.” Anna replied. “Fine, you sound just like my mom, always ordering me around. I will tell you everything about that bastard.” She spat. “Uh-uh! No bad words and no insults!” Anna warned. “It only creates hatred in us and corrupts our mind.” “Oh come on, that is taking all the fun out of it.” She grumbled.