List Of Insults Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.”

He is. "Oh look, the hooker is here." I look over and see Quincy and Geni sliding into the seats next to me. "What's up, twatface?" I respond to Geni's jab. I'm not sure when we started trading insults, but she seems to get a kick out of the different names I can call her so I keep doing it. In a really weird way, it has seemed to bridge the gap between our differences. "Ooh! Twatface," she says. "I like that one. Did you get a list of insults off the internet?"

But instead of admiration, their expressions held shock, pity, and disapproval. All of it was because of the unfiltered insults pouring from her mouth, hurled into her phone as if she were tearing apart the unfortunate soul on the other end of the call. “Fuck you, bitch!” she spat. “Fuck your family. Fuck anything that has to do with you.” “Fuck even the clothes you wear—the shoes, the handbag you carry.” “Screw you!” “Damn it!” “And fuck whoever named you Sofia Clock. They wasted such a good name on a piece of shit like you.”

"Is this your last-ditch effort after he refused to meet you?" Their accusations, cold and mocking, intensify. I feel suffocated, overwhelmed by the onslaught of words and jabs. “Do you feel guilty? Cheating on your husband and turning him against his brother?” “Do you think you are even fit to associate with royalty?” Their insults are like acid and they burn me. There is chaos everywhere but I don’t shy away from it. I don’t duck my head. I hold it high and I keep my expression carefully blank. They may be out to cut me but they won’t see me bleed.

he shouted, but Lisa just laughed. "Oh, I dare," she said. "And by the way, 'incompetent' is not an insult when directed at you, Mr. Miller. It's a fact”. Lisa said and laughed. Lisa didn't stop there. She continued to ridicule Leon, her voice dripping and laced with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so impressed. The great Leon Miller, brought down by his own ego and incompetence. You know, I've seen high schoolers with more professionalism than you."

Harry ground his teeth angrily. He vigorously typed out, "I don't usually insult people, but you deserve it! You must be an orphan who's never felt the warmth of a family, so I won't hold it against you. But if I see you again… Just wait and see. You'll end up with a criminal record!" The viewers left their thoughts in the chat room. "Huh? Is that supposed to be an insult?" "The kid is being way too gentle with his insults. People like him should experience the evils of society."

He is a man of his words and he doesn't believe in making jokes around because he has way more important things to do rather waste time making jokes or chilling around. " Like I will treat you like my wife. My servant staff is much more classy than you. you even can't reach their standard, so, how can you even think that I will treat you like my wife? Huh? You are so cheap for me and low class which is a taint on my name and reputation " He insults me which successfully banged on my brain and heart. And with that anger again pumped in my veins fading humiliation away from my system because I am proud of myself and my parents for what I am.

But no matter how far I went, I still couldn't reach the end of the hall. Out of nowhere, something hard hits my head and the liquid seeps into my scalp. I touched my head, and a shell of egg moved down my burette hair onto the floor. Before I could grasp the situation, dozens of eggs came flying at me. I crutch down and protect my face as more eggs keep flying towards me, along with unending insults from every corner. “Slut! Bitch! Whore! Prostitute! Boyfriend snatcher! Go die bitch! Cheap thing! Dirty whore! Go fuck your father bitch!” The insult keeps coming along with the egg.