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."

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! "

She was fuming with rage and muttering to herself in the stillness of her isolation while she did it. My ears start to itch and hurt whenever I hear her voice because it gets on my nerves and irritates me. And when he insults me, calling me names like "bitch" and "gold digger," it feels like someone is stabbing me in the gut with a sharp object. She had already insulted me twice with such nasty comments, and I had already decided that if she dared to do it once more, my palm would quickly meet her cheek as a final warning.

Not even, a single chance will I give to him. To make things worse, his men began shouting at me again, at the top of their voices. They called me different names. Yes, there were no abusive words that were left out in their name-calling. Some called me a whore, while others called me, idiots, bastard, fool and bitch. I couldn't remember all that they said. Even though they were screaming abuses or should I say, raining abuses on me, they dared not to lay their hands on me. Maybe it was because Dan has not given them any orders.

She asked. “You think I don't know how you were able to build this company, huh?” I chuckled lightly and then leaned against the table, “You're nothing but a slut.” I yelled. “Daniel.” Maurice called at once, trying to hold me back but I flung his hand away and then began to call her all sorts of names I could think about. I didn't care how she felt or what people were saying, my aim was to soil her name and that was exactly what I was doing.”

She whispered. "Name?" He finally spoke for the first time in front of her. Liara grabbed her clothes tightly, hearing his voice. ‘Damn, it’s so sexy.’ Destiny howled in excitement. "I don't have a name, Liara. Everyone calls me by different names; you can choose one to reject me. The options are Bastard, Killer, Asshole, Black, Red, Speed, dickhead, Beast, heartless, leech, dog, etc. The list is too long."

Oliver just stare at her not minding all her foul and hurtful words since none of those makes him feel any less bad. One of the great characteristic of Oliver is that, he didn't easily get offended by the words of other. The reason why that thing is so natural for him is all because of the fact that since he was just young so he often hear lots of negative words that is pertaining to him. Being called as a bastard of Laurent and being called as someone many unsightful names, this is something that is not new thing for him. After all, if it would be compared to the words that have been given to him as a name or calling, this words that the lady had said is nothing but a minor insult tha is