Sarcastic Haters Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

He couldn't help but frown after he saw those sarcastic and insulting words on Facebook. There were too many anti-fans on the Internet. Some of them were Rebecca's fans. They quickly came to ridicule after they saw this gossip. Others were purely keyboard warriors who wanted to vent out their unsatisfactory lives on the Internet. There were passers-by and Rebecca's anti-fans who pretended to put themselves in Rebecca's position to think. They were scolding harshly as if they wanted to ruin Rebecca's popularity.

“I’m a friend.” I raise an eyebrow. That’s a good joke. He’s trying to be a clown now? He’s like one of those bad guys who gives children candies to get them to come to him. Does he think I’m a kid that he could easily manipulate? He’s so full of shit. I know that they hated each other, which gives me a hundred percent certainty that he hates me, too. Hence, nope. He’s not a friend. “Yeah? You do realize that’s exactly what people say when they shouldn’t be trusted, right?” I sarcastically said.

The air was filled with their laughter as they retold splendidly outrageous and laugh inducing anecdotes. Sara launched the story, but with a dash of sweetness in her voice. “Austin presented me with a cup of coffee only for it to trip and spill all over my notes as if I am its clumsy oaf.” Austin interjected, he was doubtlessly sarcastic. “Of course no one could believe that Sara was reliable enough to observe a cup of coffee coming around.” Sara dodged with a smile that would not disappear from her face. “I don’t belittle your lack of intelligence; such is the case with some of the people.”

Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on. My darkest fantasy played on repeat in my head: a huge stage packed with haters and simps. I’d crawl out naked on a leash, collared like a bitch in heat, while they cheered for my public ruin....spanking, slapping, kicking, spitting, and passing me around. This story started with my very first dedicated hater. He messaged me almost daily. “Useless slut. Bet you film those videos with a dick down your throat.” I used to argue back, but it only fed the fire. Eventually I stopped replying.

My voice held nothing but sarcasm. “That's rather more shocking than you think. Girls tend to hate football,” he said and laughed. “I don't hate football,” I argued. “That's because you're a little freak, legs,” he said and smirked. I shoved him playfully. “I’m just kidding. I think it’s one of your best qualities. You’re not like most women,” he said.

he said in a confidence. "Ah ah ah.” A sarcastic laughter was heard from Lucy, she continued. “Yes, you are what people said you are." Lucy said and she removed her hat, she laughed and continued. “You miss me.” She said sarcastically.

"What? Not my fault you're dumb and you're bringing a diary into your bag at school. You know everyone hated you so it should be you keeping one eye open for your haters." "As if you aren't hated by everyone as well? Illegitimate daughter of the senator. Home wrecker and a shame to the well respected conservative family!" I chuckled hearing his classic and signature insult to me for a very long time. And then I observed myself... Before, I'd instantly flame up once I hear that from him. And most likely, I'd still have the very same reaction if I hear that from someone else. But it's him. And somehow, that insult has watered down to an inside joke between us two.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

“I hate the way you drive my car.” “I hate it when you stare.” “I hate your big, dumb combat boots.” “And the way you read my mind.” “I hate you so much; it makes me sick.” “It even makes me rhyme.” “I hate it; I hate the way you’re always right.” “I hate it when you lie.” “I hate it when you make me laugh,” “Even worse, when you make me cry.” “I hate it when you’re not around,” “And that you didn’t call.” “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.”

She said sarcastically while her friends are laughing mockingly. "Oww really? Then why are you here? Are you also a bitch trying to make fun with a bitch like me?" Sashi replied with so much sarcasm. She also heard the ghost Clark laughed behind her hardly. "What did you say? You really is a slut! You didn't even have any regrets that you're the reason why Clark is lying in a bed now! Because you're such an attention seeker!" Larah's voice echoed in the covered court. Sashi is already pissed. She gritted her teeth before facing Larah again.