List Of Insulting Words นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They burned, as if each one carried the weight of the humiliation I was feeling. I pressed my elbows together, burying my face in them, hoping to block out everything. But it didn’t work. Those awful words crept back into my mind like uninvited guests, taunting me mercilessly: Whore. Slut. Prostitute. Shameless homewrecker. Unwanted bitch. Useless bastard. Pretty c**t. Each word echoed, growing louder and sharper, until it felt like they were carving into my soul. And then, as I shook feverishly, I realized something that sent another jolt through me.

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.

"Mom, don't hit Henry… it's my fault for coming here even though I knew he hated me…" Those words added more fuel to the fire. Dad's face turned livid with rage, and his hand trembled violently as he pointed at me. "Cruel and unrepentant! You're completely hopeless! Why did we bring back a cold-blooded monster like you?!" Violet helped Jackie up, and before leaving, she looked at me with disgust as if I were trash. "Jackie kindly came to check on you, but you repaid his kindness with evil! You're beyond saving!"

Hugging her knees against her still pounding chest, she placed her head in between them before she finally let down the torrents of tears she had been keeping at bay ever since she heard those denigrating and highly insulting words from the man who was legally her husband. Never in her entire existence had she ever felt so humiliated before. And she had received her fair share of insults— from being called a ruffian to a thief, a street urchin and lots more. Even he himself had called her some insulting names like cheap, filthy, evil, phony, two-timing devil-incarnate and so on. But even those vile, denigrating names had never pained and hurt her as deeply as what he just uttered to her a fe

I obeyed, humiliated tears mixing with the drool running down my chin. They degraded me nonstop with words that burned deeper than the physical roughness. “Worthless basement cumdump.” “Free-use cousin pussy.” “Grandma’s little secret whore getting passed around like a party favor.” Each insult made my body react, clenching tighter around them despite the shame flooding my mind.

I can't finish the insult because he's hitting something deep inside me that makes words impossible. "I'm such a what?" He reaches around and finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he fucks me. "Come on, Iris. Use that vocabulary. Tell me what I am." "Asshole." I'm panting, pushing back against every thrust. "Arrogant. Insufferable. The worst person I've ever—oh god—" "Keep going." He speeds up, both his hips and his fingers. "Tell me how much you hate me while I make you come."

“But you shouldn’t use that to insult people. It’s stupid and insensitive.” “Stupid? Insensitive?” His voice was laced with disbelief, his eyebrows shooting up. He looked around the table as if seeking an audience for his outrage. “See who is talking. So the word insensitive and stupid exists in your dictionary now? And yet, you still went ahead and seduced our father, threw our mother and sister out of their own home, and destroyed our family? You were also stupid enough to think you would ever belong after what you pulled.” The air left my lungs in a rush. The accusation was so unfair, so twisted, that it left me speechless. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

Those words hurt more than she imagined. “You're really acting like a low whore! You want the attention of these wankers who play to have some power? Who pretends to be some kind of piece of shit? Do you want to be desired by these bastards, when they can afford whores who value themselves more than you do?” He spits out the words with extreme disgust.

Through the bond, that same cold emptiness was coming from Zaliver. “You know, that might be the first name that isn’t insulting. I’ve been called much worse—monster, killer, an abomination, and many more. Those are just the ones on the top of my head, but I have to say that’s the one that’s stuck,” he spoke with a large smile on his face, making his words all the worse.

He seemed a little shocked at my words, a little victory on my part, "I tend to say things that a princess like you might be offended with." I knew what he was talking about, he was talking about the way he talks when he is intimate, he likes to call names, he likes to degrade, he likes to humiliate. Whore, dirty little slut... a few of the words he had already used on me. His words didn't shock me as much as my own bodily reaction to those words did... I found myself getting even more aroused as he said that, so I guess, there's no problem there. "Try me..."