Unscramble Insult Novels & Stories

He said in a not so friendly voice. "Insulting is when you make up things to hurt other people," I said. My lips formed a wide grin as the feisty side of me fully came out. "I am stating facts, Lord Damon," I said in an erotic way. At the back of my mind, my mouth is already hanging down from laughing so hard.

“Nobody from nowhere? You’re ruining the family’s plan!” The air went cold. I didn’t move at first. I let the insult hang there so he could feel what he’d thrown. Then I repeated, slow and low, because I wanted it to land, “Say that again.” He took a breath, thinking he’d gained ground, “Yeah. I said it. She’s trash. She’s…” That was enough.

I’m a Summers witty comebacks are in my DNA. “You really can’t think of a better insult. I told you before, true or false being a lesbian isn’t an insult. Even if I did swing that way, I told you I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. So why are you and your gaggle of plastic cunts giddy this early in the morning?” I arched my brow, eyeing each of them.

“You weren’t this horrid man whore. You were nice.” “I’m still nice,” he looks hurt. “No you are not!!” I tell him with conviction. “You’ve gone from being the nicest person I know, to being a fatuous cockrot. A total areshole!” “I am not a fatuous … wait… when did you enhance your insult vocabulary?” I know he’s trying to make me laugh. But it isn’t going to work. “Deny it all you want, but don’t change the subject,” I sniff and look out of the window.

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

God really had his favorites. My face threatened to burn. I put the ice pack down and glared at him. "I'm not sure if you're giving compliments or you're lowkey insulting me." Another soft laugh escaped his lips as he flipped the page. "Didn't know saying cute is already a form of insult. Since when did they change the meaning, hmm?"

“F*ck, what does this have to do with you? You ugly sl*t… Oh, oops, sorry Boss, I insulted her again.” “Alright, I’ll accept your conditions!”

“You’re a disgrace, a stain on his honor “ Her insults slammed into me like punches, each one sparking a hotter flame in my gut. “Who do you think you are, talking trash about me and Kieran?” I shot back stepping up, my hands clenching tight. “You’ve got no right to barge in here, slinging accusations like that.”

- and I'd do it a second time. You aren't bad until you've ever frozen someone's underwear as payback. -every single one of them. You aren't bad until you've ever replaced someone's possessions with something else. - I replaced his books with bricks. You aren't bad until you can threaten your enemy and get away with it. - sassiness runs through my veins. You aren't bad until you've won a fight. - poor poor Luka. You aren't bad unless you've insulted someone repeatedly and are still breathing. - Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime.

“Honestly, girl, were you dunked in a curse or did you just bathe in failure and call it perfume?” “EXCUSE ME?!” From behind, the potato chimed in, deep and gravelly like some disapproving old uncle: “You haven’t washed your socks in three days. We can smell it through the soil.” “Okay, first of all—rude.” Then came the cucumbers. Synchronized sass. They literally swayed with each sentence. “Exiled…” “Unloved…” “Unmated…” “Unbathed…” “Okay, I get it!” I snapped. “I'm cursed, rogue, and a social disaster! But guess what? I'm still alive, so—ha!”