Name Calling Insults List Mga Nobela at Kwento

Instead of being annoyed by the insults he hurled at me a while ago, my blood boiled, even more, when I heard his name. Fuck it. I hate that name. I hate Andy! He immediately took the coffee from the counter and paid. But before he could get out, I blocked his way. "Your name is Andy?" He raised an eyebrow, did not respond to what I asked him, and drank from the cup. I could see that his red lips were slightly wet from the coffee. I was even more annoyed. "W-well..." Your name suits you! Andy, cheater, user, traitor, ungrateful, arrogant, and ugly! "

I knew I sucked at insults partly because I never cared to curse and partly because I really didn't have a very bright insulting vocabulary. "Can't you frick'n read? Do you know what that sign says?!” I yelled pointing to the pedestrian walk sign, “Are you Blind? You pit-bull headed psycho! I will report you for this! Yeah buddy that’s right! Reckless driving and endangering human life! I got your number plate!! I screamed glancing at the number plate below. KNG6271 "You haven't seen the last of me, you reckless Idiot!! Black lives matter as well!"

I quickly ran down the gamut of savage and hateful comments, each seemingly worse than the last. “Oh! It's great that that opportunistic slut gets put in her place.” “She only crawled up to his bed because of his money.” “Olivia is his fiancé. She's just some petty lowlife model who only needed some assistance in her career from the filthy rich CEO. Pity!” I was tagged different sorts of hurtful names. 'Gold digger,’ ‘whore,’ ‘opportunist,’ the list went on and on. “This can't be me. No way! I'm done for! I'm out of here!” I ranted and took my leave immediately, not knowing where exactly to go.

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.

Instead, he simply turned to me and spat, “Like I’d ever call you ‘Luna’, you fucking bitch.” I blinked at him, stunned. Nicholas’s arms tightened around me, a muscle ticking in his jaw. But honestly, I wasn’t even bothered by Liam’s insult; all I could think about was what a laughable man he was, unable to challenge an Alpha, so he resorted to insulting me.

He paused, then added evenly, “I won’t deny that I admired her long before that. But I can assure you, any pursuit on my part was above board.” “As for those accusations,” Aaron let out a faint, humorless laugh, though his eyes were icy. “Let’s just say the consequences he’s facing are of his own making.” Unsurprisingly, the press conference sent the trending topics into overdrive once again. Nicolas’ burner account posts were dug up and plastered all over the internet by Aaron’s PR team and turned into meme-worthy headlines that mocked him mercilessly. He even earned himself a new nickname: “The Bitter Ex.”

I shouted insults at him, calling him every name in the book, but he just laughed in response. "Let me go! I'm not finished with you!" I shouted, fueled by anger. "Oh, calm down, sweetheart. No need to get all riled up," he chuckled in response, his voice dripping with amusement. I glared at him, my heart still pounding in my chest. "You think this is funny? You think you can just mock me?" He shrugged casually. "You're the one making a scene here. So, go ahead, insult me. Call me every name in the book. It won't change a thing."

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.

“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.”

The sound of him saying my name for the first time makes something dark and primal stir in me. I smirk, leaning against the wall with my arms folded. "At least you didn’t call me 'hey,' or 'jerk,' or 'asshole,' or 'bastard' this time," I say, watching his face twitch with irritation. "Asshole," he spits, gritting his teeth. "Just 'cause you’re rich doesn’t mean you get to insult me."