Name Calling Insults List Novels & Stories

“Oh, I heard Alpha Nat showed up at the old casino. He never goes there and has always been low-key, now you made him break his rule. I will avenge him by breaking your neck! B*tch!” “Who the hell are you calling a bitch? Dare you say that again and you will know what I am capable of.” “Capable? A weakling who was thrown out to die but saved by our Alpha? You're just enjoying a limited favor, bitch! You're just a damn whore who'll soon be discarded ginger head! Stop being presumptuous by pretending to be pitiful!” Kpa! Slap! Argh! “I warned you, do not call me that name!”

“Nathan don’t take me for a fool I’m not some dumb bitch like your fat wife.” Nathan suddenly cuts the breaks and looks at Lindiwe with his angry face “ Never should you ever call my wife names again. You have no right to insult my wife.” “But you can allow your friend to insult me?” “Shut the fuck up, fool! for your information, you will never be the woman she is not even in a million years. That little girl who is way younger than you is more intelligent than you will ever be” “When I drop you off i never want to see you again and kindly delete my number.”

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.

ucking believe a slut like you.  You would be sued for defamation of Laura’s character and I hope she makes sure you rot in fuc.king jail where you fuc.king belong like a disgusting flea you  Bit.c.h  Sl.ut  W.h.ore ‘Her use of this much language is hurting my already tired brain cells. Can’t she type on sentence without the F or B words?’ I sighed as she rained colourful insults on me one after the other. Again, I was reminded that sometimes demons can look innocent and harmless, like Laura.

“Thanks to you, I broke the golden rule.” My heart constricted, and I tensed. My jaw tightened as her insult echoed in the space between us. Bacillus. Braindead. This name-calling was heart-rending and cruel. The words hit harder than they should’ve, because it felt like she was erasing me and rewriting a version of a man she deeply resented.

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.

I will tolerate anything but insults, don't try that", I rasped. Immediately she started clapping her hands and hauling all manner of insults at me. "So right now, it's no longer chubs, it's now Janelle, not even Janey. You no longer add the best in front of friend, it's now friend, that's good, it's alright. Now let me get something into that head of yours, you're motherfucker, a pervert, a hole where guys ditch their expired sperm. I don't fucking care about you, if that's what you think, let me tell you, the strippers in the clubs are way more better than you.

eyeliner smeared, hair messy, skirt wrinkled from being tossed around. I catch Noah staring and I snap. "Don't stare at me." "You look like a kicked puppy," he replies casually. "It's staring at me first." Does he never get tired of calling me names? I'm starting to think he has a secret dictionary of insults he pulls from. "But puppies are cute and they listen." He adds, almost as an afterthought. I whip my head toward him. "Do you enjoy being insufferable or does it come naturally?" "Oh, I'm very talented."

"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"

Linda helped me walk out of the cubicle, and as we walked out of the hall, different people hurled different types of insults at me. Their voices echoed in my ears, the sharpness of their words piercing through my already shattered spirit. I kept my head held high, trying to shield myself from their cruel remarks, but each insult felt like a blow to my already wounded heart. "Traitor!" "We don't want your kind here!" "Leave and never come back!" "We don't have any more premature deaths! Take your bad luck and leave!” The weight of their hatred bore down on me, threatening to break my resolve. Yet, I reminded myself that their words were fueled by ignorance and fear.