List Of Insults Novels & Stories

"Wretch? Bastard? Bastard? Trashy? You can say those words or more, I don't care. If there's one thing I have to thank my family for, it's for raising me by saying so many ugly things to me, they don't hurt me anymore. >> Rather, I see it as a desperation to win a lost dispute. Because when there are no more arguments to defend oneself, insult is the only way out. But, you have a way out; hand over what doesn't belong to you" I say smiling and that makes the man in front of me look at me with anger. "Malnacida!"

Tanner chuckled. "Asshole." Nolan hit his forehead with his fingers. "Fucking dick." He snarled. "Horny jackass." "Small fucking dick." "Yellow motherfucking bitch." "Dick Shri—" "Seriously Tanner, don't you have anything more than dick in your insults?" Jayla asked, interrupting their slashing conversation. "Well, dick is more appropriate for insulting someone." Tanner smirked and Nolan rolled his eyes. "Thank god, I'm not around you guys." She muttered.

Ohh she is running out of insults. "You are so stupid. You would have trouble pouring out water from a boot whose instructions are written on the heel." "Jealousy is a disease, get well soon." She thinks I'm jealous? "I would love to insult you but I'm afraid I can't do it as well as nature." "You always have your books open!" "Are you talking about my books or your legs?" "You are a bitch!" "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable like a coma?" "I-I hate 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?"

I’m a Summers witty comebacks are in my DNA. “You really can’t think of a better insult. I told you before, true or false being a lesbian isn’t an insult. Even if I did swing that way, I told you I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. So why are you and your gaggle of plastic cunts giddy this early in the morning?” I arched my brow, eyeing each of them.

- and I'd do it a second time. You aren't bad until you've ever frozen someone's underwear as payback. -every single one of them. You aren't bad until you've ever replaced someone's possessions with something else. - I replaced his books with bricks. You aren't bad until you can threaten your enemy and get away with it. - sassiness runs through my veins. You aren't bad until you've won a fight. - poor poor Luka. You aren't bad unless you've insulted someone repeatedly and are still breathing. - Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime.

Her voice dripped with venom. I shook my head quickly. “I—I’ll pay for any damages,” I murmured, trying to deescalate the situation. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “If it were that easy to fix damages, then start with the one your face just caused to my mood.” “You’re very ugly—and fat on top of that! I bet you weigh more than an elephant,” she sneered. Her words cut deeper than I expected. I’d heard these kinds of insults before. Many times. But no matter how strong I tried to be, they still stung. Still lingered.

Constanza snapped. "Bitch!" I snarled. They stunned me again. I could no longer stand without assistance. The second I could form words, "Whores!" came tumbling out. They stunned me again. The points they gained for cruelty they lost to their lack of forward thinking. I really tried to not repeat my insults, but honestly, my mind was too numb by the end for me to be sure.

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

She would cry, listening to the insults as the sweet turned sour. There were no more compliments of her wardrobe but insults of how she was just using those pretty sweaters to hide an ugly body. Her laugh wasn't a melody, it was annoying and something they never wanted to hear again. She wasn't beautiful; she was hideous. She wasn't a prude; she was a whore. Because some boys just couldn't take the hit to their ego, and would instead take a shot at hers. "She's sloppy." They would say, laughing with their friends and pointing and howling as she walked past. "What? No comment? You couldn't get enough of me last night!"