Unscramble Insult Novels & Stories

“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!”

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sheer audacity of it. Raising my hand, I typed out a reply, “Nicolas, you are a complete and utter piece of trash.” Then, without hesitating, I blocked him.

‘They made it worse?!’ Layla frowned, staring at her desk. Just like the previous day and the day before that, she had come to her seat only to meet her desk cover with cuss words written on it. The words ‘monster,' ‘slut,’ and ‘whore’ were the most prominent insults. Before, it was just written with marker and ink, but it seemed someone had gotten the idea to carve it into the wood, making it impossible for her to get it off.

Astrid hissed, grasping for any insult she could find, though her words lacked the sting she intended. I shrugged, unfazed. "You’ve said that a million times already. Honestly, it's getting a little boring. If you’re going to insult me, at least be original. ‘Pathetic’ doesn’t even scratch the surface.” Kyle, who had been watching the exchange with a smug look, leaned in and whispered to howard who was seating next to him, “Burn.” His smirk hadn’t left his face, clearly amused by how easily Astrid was being unraveled. the two men looked amuse a little too amused if you ask me

The girls throwing random insults at each other right now were Mary and Martha and they looked about five seconds from beating each other up. "Fucking stay away from him, he doesn't want you!" The blondie spat, her cheeks red with anger. "And you think he wants you? You little skank!" The dark head girl countered, her eyes blazing with anger. My brows shut up at how she made that insult ten times worse by just her accent and I had to stifle my laughter by covering my mouth. "Skank?" I'm not the one lusting after a man who clearly doesn't want me bitch."

I said, stepping forward, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Àbí ori è dá rú ni? Ta ní é lè yìí, pànkèrè wò gown! Ò gbádùn ní!” (Is this one crazy? Who is this? Stick in a gown, Are you not okay?) he snapped as soon as I spoke. His insult hit me squarely, and my face flushed with embarrassment. I might not speak Yoruba as fluently as they do, but I understand the language like mad.

An insult. “ What?! Are you insulting me?!” he said while his face was like a crumpled paper. “Eh? I thought you won’t get it. I think I underestimate you,” June said . Kanaye just feels more annoyed because of that. He feels like he is dumber to understand the insult for about a minute. Then they argued endlessly. Well, this is to be expected. Both of them are quite close and even though June doesn’t like socialising, he still knows how to bond with his friends. Well, he bonds with them with insults.

“Ugh, who is this ugly bitch talking to?” “You’re a gremlin. Or maybe just a slut.” “You stutter so much… Maybe your mouth’s only good for sucking dick.” …I’m not so thick-skinned that their insults don’t hurt. They’ve been getting rather creative, and the fact they circle around me, corner me, always makes my back itch. But I’m still motivated. I won’t let them ruin my paradise, especially not for anyone else. “If you…continue. Uhm.” Huff. Breathe. “If you continue…t-this, we…we will have to call someone to remove you.”