Name Calling Insults List Novels & Stories

"So repetitive…Don't you have another insult to throw? Makes me think you have a rather–limited vocabulary…" "BITCH! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SLUTS LIKE YOU GOT TO BOW DOWN AND TAKE SOME BEATING! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK BACK, LET ALONE TO ACT UP JUST BECAUSE YOU MIRACULOUSLY WRAPPED THE HEADS OF THOSE FANCY BASTARDS WITH YOUR DIRTY, LITTLE FINGER!" "Woah…easy there, doggy." "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" "...uhh, a dog? Heck man, I really think you're the disabled one here, not me"

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.

The Badboy Prince. I used to be oppressed and insulted. I used to be called alalay (slave), nanny, useless because of that but now, their insults are worse. “You whore.” “How flirty are you?” “Are you really that horny?” If before, I accepted them even if they call me that. I wasn’t swayed and I often ignored them because they couldn’t afford to appreciate my work. To me, they are the stupid ones. But now... ...they are real insults not only to me, but they also seem to insult all those like me who work as a maid waitress.

Neralda “Why the heck do you think I care about your deductions about me, Martha? What more could you possibly do to me that you hadn't done? You called me a pig, a slut, a thief, a liar, a broken soul, a bastard, a dejected fool, and you made the entire pack hate me.”

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.

I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.