Medieval Insults Novels & Stories

"Because of that incident, he insults me every day. How can he be so cruel?" Carissa frowned. "If he insults you, why don't you insult him back?" "I…" Leona's tears fell once more. "I don't know how." Carissa was at a loss. She turned to Alana. "Alana, do you know how to insult someone?" "Oh, I'm very good at it," Alana replied. "Good. From now on, if Mr. Langley comes and insults the duchess, you insult him back. Remember one principle: if he insults you, insult him back. If he gets physical, you get physical."

I am so incensed I can barely concentrate right now. But even I know that this is not the moment to rain vituperations down his way, with the most colourful swearing I can muster. He might just kill me, and who knows who's body my crazy spirit would possess next? With the way things are going, I won't be so surprised if I wake up in the body of some slave in the medieval times. I'd just let the plague take me... Hence, I don't go with the insults like I planned. I know he has a huge ego, so I strike at that.

"Apologize to that nobody pup? Please. He is absolutely nothing to the packs. I shoved his frame. Big deal! If my boots feel like stepping on his face next time, I will do it. The two of you are just bottom-feeders in the mud. How dare your mouth demand an apology from me?" "'Bottom-feeders?'" my voice drops low as my tongue echoes her word. My eyes sharpen instantly, the dark glint behind my glasses now laced with something much meaner something ready to bite her throat. I have heard that exact insult one too many times in my life Vivian and Amara Mensah had weaponized it back at the estate, and it had scarred my young heart deeply. Hearing it come out of this cheap mouth now lights a fiery

"There's some sort of misunderstanding here, Sir." "Shame on you both, young men!!!" Lord Carlton thundered suddenly, startling everyone in the room. With narrowing eyes, he looked quickly from one man to another. "You have disgraced your own title and your family name! You acted like two mongrel dogs fight over a rotten meat in the rubbish bin!" Ava startled, she got a feeling that the insult was mainly addressed to her. "And you," He regarded Ashton with a flicker of disgust. "Surely you can find better things to fight for than your cousin's sloppy seconds~"

I was about to intervene when the person started to cuss in loud voices, such vulgar words spilling out of a mouth made me take a step back but what was more surprising was how tiny and high-pitched the voice was. “Useless piss-drinking shits! I should fuck up your face and cut off your cocks and turn them into barbecue for this insult! The palace guards receiving orders from an ugly bitch ass punk, huh? Is this the fucking palace or is this Dark Moon? Ugly ass motherfuckers –“ It continued to rain insults as the woman kicked the palace guards, wagged her fingers at them and stomped on them. The sudden vulgarity and venom had me pausing in amazement as I watched the woman from a safe distanc

Then, losing all his sanity as his rage flared, Mick kept ranting, "Oh, and there's more! That bronze sculpture you smartasses thought was from the Renaissance? It's effing medieval! You know the gilded items of that period?! That bronze sculpture was one!" "It's just that none of you recognized that because the gilt was gone! How the fuck did you fuckers even survive in this fucking business?! I thought I was the dumbest fucker in Aurous Hill's Antique Street, but as it turns out, you fuckers are dumber than I am! You've fucked me over, don't you get it?! When word of this gets out, I'm fucking dead!" "Shit…" Zachary, however, couldn't care less about Mick's outburst as he sweated buckets.

Each of them held candelabras that provided unnecessary illumination. “Wow,” said the imp. “I thought a bitch as ugly as you would gobble down my cock like it was the last salami on a smorgasbord.” The insult stung as it usually did, but it was nothing compared to a lash made of barbed flames. Nor was it as bad as what Griff had said the day he’d died. They’d called me everything when I had been alive: moose, beast, behemoth, monster. I’d heard it all.

"I have done nothing to deserve such an insult from you!" "If we are to talk of insults", said the Earl grimly, "you will come off very much the worst from that encounter. The insult of informing you that I am not a suitor to your hand is hardly comparable to the insult of ascribing to me jealousy of such a person as Mr Bartholomew Tellaro". "I am very happy to think that you are not a suitor!" flashed Elizabeth. "I can conceive of nothing more odious!"

Celestina and Diana stood up and grabbed a tray and headed for the kitchen counters, knowing full well that no helpers would be attending them sooner, but a drunk man and his band of runt barred their way. “Hey, ladies,” the smelly runt drawled. “You look awfully exhausted. How about we help you carry your trays?” Diana raised her brows. Medieval taverns were sanctuaries of wayfaring strangers, cutthroats, thieves, and political malcontents but she never thought it was full of chauvinistic pigs as well. Celestina glanced up at the nearby shield to make sure no one had scribbled ‘fool’ on her forehead. Nope. Not this time. A few of the young witches' pals had done it last week after one of th

‎LEVIATHAN'S POV ‎ ‎Insolence! ‎In all my years of being king this has been the most insulted I have been. ‎My own subject betrayed me, called me a liar and instead of apologizing, his wife dared to call me rudeless. ‎Yes, I am a heartless man and I am proud of it. ‎Infact, I intend on making that clear to all my enemies, I will not be insulted. ‎“Boris," I called out the moment I took a seat back on my throne.