Name Calling Insults List Novels & Stories

day a lady had insulted me unjustly and now another, calling me a low-life girl. Was he the one that told her that I’m a low life? Does she even know me? I became very angry, clenching my teeth and shaking my head in pain. We are not in a relationship, I’ve been insulted twice, talk less of if I started a relationship, girls will fight me. Will I be able to stand? Wouldn’t I fight? Debbie called me out later, “Sis, that is enough, stop thinking about him. He’s the one that is a low life, not you. The other lady is also low-life. They are both prostitutes, shameless and dumbass. Not worth your tear Sis, stop thinking and come out.” Debbie kept on consoling me. Eventually, I got a hold of mys

Gracie was just right in-front of me, I needed to clear my head. “Bitch, you’re going to act like you didn’t see me?” “Not today, Satan.” “Satan insists.” “I resist,” “I…bitch what’s another word that has the sist?” “Desist?” “I desist?” “Fool. Little wonder your parents named you Cassava.” I breathed deeply, maybe I should’ve just replied my emails. “It’s Ca-ssa-fucking-no-va!” “Of course.” “There’s no point in correcting someone who already knows they’re wrong,” the long mouthed Nick chipped in.

“Louder. Tell us what you really are.” “I’m your anal whore! My ass belongs to you. Use it. Stretch it. Fill it with cum every hour!” The verbal degradation flowed nonstop. They called her every filthy name stepsister cumdump, collared office slut, brainless fucktoy, desperate leak-risk whore. Each insult made her clench harder around whatever was inside her.

I opened my eyes and turned my gaze to those photos after hearing her taunt. " Can I now refer to you as a slut ?. If you still don't enjoy being called a slut, I'll call you by another name that is more appropriate for you. The girl who is whoring around with a lot of men is referred to as a whore, slut, or bitch. You would not have chosen this profession to govern your life if you did not like being called by these names."

Colt speaks before walking away. “Babes, bitches is a name for women in the bikers community, along with sugarbutt. It wasn’t an insult,” King smirks at me. “Insult or not, I won’t be called a bitch,” I argue. “Fuck Babe, calm it,” he laughs. “No, King, I won’t calm it, and stop calling me Babe,” I argue. “What’d ya rather I call ya? Bitch, sugarbutt? Miss? Professor, or teach?” His mouth kisses my neck. I go to argue and hear someone.

Jane asked again, this time at the top of her voice She didn't care if others heard it or not as that was even what she wanted " You cheap lousy girl. So you think every guy in tis school is interested in you right. You think you can eat your cake and have it. You make me laugh girl! I can't believe you're actually here with my boyfriend. were you trying to beg him to get back to you. You're so unbelievable and cheap, gosh!" Jane insulted and called her names All this Angela gulped down like a bitter pill, and Leo sat there and watched as she was insulted. He did nothing to stop Jane, neither did he say a word to calm her down or even help the situation

She refused to move an inch away from the elevator. “Come out, you promiscuous little whore!” someone yelled from the crowd. “If I don't blind one of your eyes today, you won't know how much I despise you!” “Before sleeping with senior Kelvin, she should have known what was coming for her!” “Hello, netizens, look who we have here! The notorious homewrecker, Meera!” . . . More outrageous insults and name calling were thrown at her like garbage. Causing Meera to shake with fury and dread.

shootout, my inner voice pissed me off. He dares to damage my phone. "Don't you see Mr. that I'm on my way?....." After this, our fight went on. He tries to escape without saying sorry and I can't withstand this attitude. He called me whatnot. So, I am not left behind in his naming session. "I'll kill you donkey." Woah! I am just awesome. Gave him such a cool name. I'm very angry about this matter cause.

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?"

"Yeah, Fish. We all call each other Fish. Sutton and I were always posting on Facebook or saying stuff out in public and realized we called each other 'bitch' a lot. It was kind of inappropriate in both settings, so we started to use animal names for cuss words, fish for bitch, duck for fuck-you get my drift. It just kind of stuck because we called each other 'bitch' like it was a nickname. So, now the five of us are all Fish. It's dumb, but it's our thing." "Women," he said, shaking his head, but the grin on his face told me he thought it was cute rather than stupid.