Medieval Insults Novels & Stories

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.

Curses and creative insults were hurled at the maid, who flinched with each barbed word as if they were physical blows raining down on her battered form. She shrank in on herself, hunching her shoulders and bowing her head in a futile attempt to shield herself from the torrent of hate. "Filthy traitor!" "Ungrateful wretch!" "You don't deserve to breathe the same air as any one of us!" The insults grew increasingly vicious, the crowd working itself into a frenzy of righteous indignation. For a moment, it seemed as though they might surge forward to tear the maid limb from limb with their bare hands.

"Are you above hard labor, sweetheart? You probably don't even know how to use a mop." She knew I was baiting her, but was too prideful to back down. I watched as she dunked the mop, getting sudsy water everywhere before swirling it back and forth. She did this while staring up at me. "Va te faire enculer," she hissed under her breath. Go fuck yourself. Very creative, Evelyn. The French insult sent my men cackling at her indignation. Can't have any of that. Sorry, sweetheart, you get to be the example.

the harassment from last night replying her head , the way he had insulted Soren keep circling around her mind. Soren noticing her change of demonier tensed a bit. " Ms. Sofia need not to apologize for someone else's recklessness, some people just lack besic manners ". completing her criticism towards the future Alpha of Blood Moon Pack she smirk, secretly proud of her breviary. On the other hand Soren soul almost left his body by his bestfriend's boldness. He saw how Sofia's face lost her colour, and how serious Luciano's glare turned. He bow his head giving a silent apology while by his left hand he smack Maria's head loudly, while cursing her internally. Ohh! He so want to scream at her f

Mason said, taking his time to eye both Madelyn and I, slowly taking his eyes up and down our bodies. Melody slapped the back of his head, resulting in him letting out a loud welp. "What was that for?" he whined, turning to face his sister. "For sexualizing my friends." Melody said, "And it's not washing your dirty laundry; it is washing your dirty linen in public. For a smart ass, you sure are a dimwit sometimes." "I am no dimwit." Mason claimed, puffing out his chest playfully. "Oh sorry, my bad. You're no dimwit, you are a nitwit." Melody insulted.

The insult was like a knife stabbing into Jasmine’s heart, making her feel utterly destroyed. Jasmine clenched her fists, trying to hold back the surging emotions. She felt as though she was useless, as if she meant nothing to Christopher anymore. In the past, Christopher had always praised her beauty, calling her “the most beautiful rose.” But now, she only received insults, being called “no longer beautiful.” The humiliation felt like a knife piercing her heart, shattering her. Once showered with praise, she now had to endure being insulted by her own lover, making the pain cut even deeper. “Just go already,” Valentina said in a rude and sarcastic tone. “You’re useless staying here.”

"What do you call a Macedonian in a restroom?" [Macedonian] "Lost. What do you call...", I was continuing the verbal offensive. At which point the two guys slipped off their bunks and got all riled up. "You two had better watch out," the leader growled. He brandished an antler-handled knife, too. "Let's get one thing straight," I turned to face him. "You are feeling insulted AFTER you insulted my grandmother and me. We responded to your boorish behavior by disrespecting you and your countrymen. You got served," I pointed out.

The lady looked at Mireille hatefully, thinking Mireille was another slut hired for Dante and that was the reason Dante had pushed her away. "You bitch! Have him all to yourself then!" She spat hatefully. Mireille's brows arched and she rose from her seating position. "What do you mean?" She asked and the other lady scoffed, walking over to Mireille. "Don't act like a classy woman. I know you are just a slut too" "Don't you dare call me a slut!" Mireille raised her voice. "And if I do?" The slut asked. "I will not take any insult from you!" Mireille said in a stern voice.

He took several steps away from us until he was out of hearing distance, but he made sure I was still in his view. "They don't respect you." Getting down to business, it was. What happened to 'hey', 'hi', 'my name is'? "Malen'kaya ital'yanskaya shlyukha." He dropped his menacing gaze down to me. "Little Italian whore. That's what they call you." I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I expected them to be hostile, so their disgusting words didn't faze me. They could've gotten more creative with the insults, though.

Achilles counters. I shake my head. “How are you feeling?” He exhales dramatically. “Like I got shot by a poisoned bullet, carried halfway across the world, and forced to endure Mara’s disgusting potions.” “Good. That means it’s working,” Valentine mutters. Achilles gives him a deadpan look. “Oh, fantastic. I love being the test subject for medieval medicine.” I roll my eyes, but there’s warmth behind it. “You should be grateful. If not for Mara’s ‘medieval medicine,’ you’d be dead.”