Novel & Cerita List Of Insults

Linda helped me walk out of the cubicle, and as we walked out of the hall, different people hurled different types of insults at me. Their voices echoed in my ears, the sharpness of their words piercing through my already shattered spirit. I kept my head held high, trying to shield myself from their cruel remarks, but each insult felt like a blow to my already wounded heart. "Traitor!" "We don't want your kind here!" "Leave and never come back!" "We don't have any more premature deaths! Take your bad luck and leave!” The weight of their hatred bore down on me, threatening to break my resolve. Yet, I reminded myself that their words were fueled by ignorance and fear.

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.”

But here it was, happening right before me. "I can't believe she's this desperate" a loud voice came through from the crowd. "Wow! What a shameless slut." another said. "I am glad he didn't fall for lies" "It's a good thing he exposed her." "What a cheap slut" "She must be a weakling!" "This family is a disgrace to our pack." The insults kept coming and I couldn't be any more humiliated.

I could feel their eyes digging into me. “Fat bitch.” One of them snickered. I've heard it over and over, but I still can't get used to the insult. It stings. It's not my fault that I had curvy hips and full breasts. No matter how much I try to starve myself and the times I'm not given food to eat, I still remain same. “Only God knows why Alpha Dorian has a soft spot for her.” “She's a slut.”

“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.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sheer audacity of it. Raising my hand, I typed out a reply, “Nicolas, you are a complete and utter piece of trash.” Then, without hesitating, I blocked him.

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 said, putting the words coming out of her head into a sentence. "Oh, Gray..." He sighed and brought a hand up to slightly massage his forehead. "Just what are you speaking in front of a child." He turned to her. "Okay, Sophia. So a bitch is a female dog." "Dog?" she asked with doe eyes, acting innocent. "Yes, but not just dogs. Can be other canines too like female wolves or foxes." "Ooh..." "But Sophia?" "Yes?" "It's best not to use that word." "Why?" "Because a bitch can also be an insult to a person. And insulting a person will make them feel bad." He patted her head. "You don't want to hurt people, right?."

And just like that, he turns and climbs up the stairs to the hall. Only one with higher power can silence a lecturer this way. I gulp. ... Words/phrases and their meaning: * Na over-familiarity dey bring insult — over-familiarity breeds contempt * Just say it pain you — just say my comeback hurt you

They have no mercy, and I sense like I'll be left with many marks. It hurts, it hurts a lot, but I can't do anything; there are too many of them, and I don't have many skills. If I try to defend myself, I'll only embarrass myself even more. "Get up and fight, you netarious creature!" Lola says. "First of all, it's pronounced 'nefarious.,'" I say loudly without moving. "It insults, but it doesn't kill the inglês," I add silently. "You think you're so clever, huh?" Lola says with disdain. "Fake Beta, weak!"