Name Calling Insults List Novels & Stories

But here it was, happening right before me. "I can't believe she's this desperate" a loud voice came through from the crowd. "Wow! What a shameless slut." another said. "I am glad he didn't fall for lies" "It's a good thing he exposed her." "What a cheap slut" "She must be a weakling!" "This family is a disgrace to our pack." The insults kept coming and I couldn't be any more humiliated.

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.

He appearance is not even faltered one bit, just that of the other girl badly " You know... You're an idiot " " Thank you " " How would you fight in public? Ruining my reputation? What the fuck is wrong with you? " " We're you blind when she started insulting me? Called me all sorts of names and poured that nasty drink all over me? Tell me? " " Still that doesn't give you the right to hit her. Why didn't you join a file industry instead of displaying your stupidity and wasting your talent and energy there? "

The sound of their feet against the ground as they ran after us in unison was almost deafening. “Whore!” Someone screamed, “You've barely spent a day here and you're running away with another man?” “How do you like being fucked faggot! Anal or Oral?” The insults kept flooding in from all of them. It was as if they all had one or two to say. “What till I teach you a lesson, gutter tramp” “Dirty slutty man whore!” “You have nothing but a cheap hole, free for everyone to fuck! "You're just a slut!" Someone yelled at me.

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.

A mass of high heels clicking could be heard and Brooklyn rolled her eyes when she heard Stacy's voice. "Slut," Stacy coughed as she and her cronies walked past Brooklyn's table. "I'm so offended," Brooklyn called and smiled at Stacy. "Did you get an 8 year old to come up with your insults?" "It's not an insult if it's true," Stacy shrugged. "Oh, I wonder what names I can call you and get away with?" Brooklyn said cheekily. "Bitch, fake, slag two-faced, I guess I could use slut as well, maybe whore-"

"I wouldn't do that if you didn't insult me. Do you know that because of you my day was completely ruined?" "I call our cat Fat, not you. You're weird. You thought everything I said was about you. Because you're fat, you immediately thought you were what I called Fat, You're too guilty." "What the f–hmp!" I inhale and exhale. I have to control myself. Kier would annoy me, even more, when he felt that my brain cells were getting angry. "Hey, Fat! I mean, Fatima." "All right, insult me ​​some more." I saw a rock. "Choose, I will scratch your car, or I will break your car window?!"

I knew men would always side with their own. Shane couldn't help saying, "Talk properly if you have something to say. You don't have to indirectly insult us all." "Why can't I? You two and Jared Ford are equally shitty!" Isabel retorted. She had no qualms about insulting them—she was upset and needed to vent on someone. Anthony and Shane were considered reputable in Jeriton City. They felt humiliated to be insulted like this. "Can you be reasonable? Women are so troublesome!" Shane snapped.

I had to jog to keep up, cursing him in my head with every step. Things like: Lumbering ox, musclebound caveman, stubborn cow, lazy alley cat… I’ve phased out the harsher insults from my vocabulary. My profession doesn’t exactly smile upon foul language. And besides, calling someone “stupid” outright? Technically, even that could be defamation. Even if it’s just in your head. “Dean! I’m tired!” “We’re here already.” “This building? When you said ‘Metro Tower Business Center,’ I imagined something else.”

“Because she’s outnumbered you, idiot!” “How dare you call me that? You disrespectful little worm. I would hit you and teach you a lesson,” “Common then! Try it! Let me disgrace you in front of everyone so they will laugh because you got beaten by a sissy!” “So you admit you’re a sissy?” “Sissy means lady you idiot!” “Call me an idiot one more time and I’ll spank your ass like the dirty little slut you are,” “Enough!” I interrupted, my pitch high and full of built-up frustration and anger. Everyone began to mumble again but I didn’t care. I was tired of the constant harassment by Olive every single time.