Name Calling Insults List Novels & Stories

“What would you know about protecting your own you pussy?” Kiernan stood up, growling. His canines elongating, but Stewart grabbed his arm, “Vex, if anyone in this room respected or cared what you thought your insults might be hurtful, but as it is your infantile name-calling reinforces what we already know, that, you have nothing of intelligent to say.”

I hate him calling me Dark, he is spoofing all the time. "Stop calling me Mr Dark and I will stop calling you Mrs Dark it's simple. Try it once...some other name. He said with a trace of a smile. Umm let me think...Mr Attitude, Mr Irritating, Mr Rude, Mr Frustrating, Mr Arrogant... " Stop it, no more name,s," he said frowning.

As though I had not wanted my child more than anything in the world. I forced myself to keep reading. "Barren witch who deserves to rot in hell." "Baby killer." "Jealous hag who could not stand to see another woman happy." "Murderer." "Home wrecker." "Evil bitch." Some of the names they called me were so vile I could not even repeat them mentally without feeling physically sick. Words I had never even heard used together in such creative combinations of hatred. I set my phone down with more force than necessary and heard it clatter against the table.

“Should’ve been killed for the stabbing. Now she’s serving the Alphas? What a joke, the coward slut who hides behind lies.” “Bet she’ll try to seduce them—whore like her can’t help it, spreading legs for power, dirty bitch with no shame.” “Trash from the bottom, always will be. Hope the Alphas break her, fuck her then throw her out like used rag, leave her bleeding.” “Newbie bitch thinks she’s hot shit? Ugly as a rogue’s ass, no wonder she’s desperate for attention.” Their voices kept coming, mean and disgusting. They called me all sorts of names.

“That brainless, two-faced, lying, backstabbing, good-for-nothing piece of trash! He will surely be punished by God and he will be rejected Wherever he goes.” I choked on my cookie and blurted out. What were these insults that I just heard? “Mom!” But, she wasn’t done. “That miserable thing! That cockroach in human skin! The day he was born, the heavens must have sighed in regret! Look at him, walking around in expensive suits, thinking he is important. Oh, he has no idea what has befallen him.” I covered my face as the insults rang in my ears. “Oh my God,” I screamed and My phone rang again.

He paused after each insult as if he was afraid the victims would miss a word. "I've got news for you, the Elite Alliance, and your backers!" "You are so corrupt, you make a sewer rat look like a saint!" "Your business practices are so shady, you must have a direct line to the underworld!" "You are a disgrace to the human race, a slimy, spineless, soulless excuse for a creature!" "Your greed is so rampant, that it is like a cancer eating away at the very fabric of society!" "You are a master class in hypocrisy, a wolf in sheep's clothing, with a tongue as forked as a snake's!"

But instead of admiration, their expressions held shock, pity, and disapproval. All of it was because of the unfiltered insults pouring from her mouth, hurled into her phone as if she were tearing apart the unfortunate soul on the other end of the call. “Fuck you, bitch!” she spat. “Fuck your family. Fuck anything that has to do with you.” “Fuck even the clothes you wear—the shoes, the handbag you carry.” “Screw you!” “Damn it!” “And fuck whoever named you Sofia Clock. They wasted such a good name on a piece of shit like you.”

Nick protested but we were too busy fighting right now to bother about Nick and were neck deep in the competition of who would hurl hurting curses faster and better. “Smelly Cat” “Rotten mouse” “Horny dinosaur” “That’s a good one but hey ! You are a stinking pig” “And you are a motherfucking slut” “I hate you so much, Zara. I just can’t even like you,” he blerged. “Duh !” I sang out. “I am not a F******k status that you have to like me,” I taunted back. “I will slap you both so hard that even G****e won’t be able to find you,” Nick thundered. “Now shut up and get ready ! We are going to totally rock the party tonight !!!” he cheered before we went our own separate ways to get ready.

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

“What’s your problem, commoner?” Kilvic heard the tone in which he’d said the last word. His grandmother in one of her lessons on human interaction had taught him to look for such tones. It was regarded to infuse disgust in whatever word it was applied to; to turn it into an insult and invoke inferiority in its target. Nevertheless, Kilvic couldn’t see how the word ‘commoner’ was an insult. “Unhand me, you peasant,” the boy hissed, going a step further. This was the insult Kilvic could tell. Calling one by a station obviously below one’s own was inaccurate and disrespectful. Even greater demons took insult at such insinuations, and they weren’t intelligent enough to know enough.