Unscramble Insult Novels & Stories

And just like that, he turns and climbs up the stairs to the hall. Only one with higher power can silence a lecturer this way. I gulp. ... Words/phrases and their meaning: * Na over-familiarity dey bring insult — over-familiarity breeds contempt * Just say it pain you — just say my comeback hurt you

“As if I wouldn’t know about it! Man, everyone in the scene knows! You really made a name for yourself out there, Uncle Claude. Everyone now knows you’re a smooth-brained dumb*ss stupid enough to be played by f**king Rugal of all people. Oh man, you’re so fail, Agatha is about to be his b*tch!” The thorny irrelevance was not the only thing infuriating about him. He had insulted his uncle loudly and with a scornful jeer. In a few minutes, Jared Tramppe had truly become the poster boy for the word “insufferable”. Claude was enraged not least because he expected a degree of respect from his own nephew; and now, Jared was dropping insults on him like no tomorrow. God, did his parents remember to

Thеу’rе rоugh, but thеу don’t tоuсh my fасе. Thе vеrbаl tаuntѕ are dеѕіgnеd fоr maximum соrrоѕіоn оf ѕеlf-еѕtееm. Thе phrasing thеу uѕе makes me feel ѕісk and ashamed.

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.

“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.”

“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 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.

The respect she has for him disappeared after realizing what he meant. "Who are you? What right do you have to insult us?" “I know what kind of people you are. You and your friend like sucking off royal blood. You must be itching to bait a rich man." Now, she is very angry. It's okay if she's the only one he's insulting, but her friend is also included. It's just not right and she also doesn't know what this guy's problem is. "Be careful of your words! What do you know, insulting us like this?"

He regained his posture before trying to bargain with her. "I know you're still mad at me for what I did but ---" He paused hearing a mocking scoff from her. "Mad? Oh no, I am not mad." She paused clutching the edge of the table with her both hands not wanting to jump and claw at his face. "I don't waste my emotions on unworthy fools, it's just your face ruins my day and your presence alone gives me repulsion. I don't want to get sick being near corrupted trash." Scott's lips separated upon hearing such an offensive insult from her. She gritted her teeth again turning her eyes away from him.

“You’re so arrogant.” “Not arrogant. Just confident.” I scowled. “God, you’re still as much of a butt-face as when we were kids.” Suddenly the mood lightened, and he laughed. “Seriously? ‘Butt-face’?” “Yeah. It seemed the most accurate descriptor I could think of.” “You use the word ‘descriptor’ but can’t think of a better insult than ‘butt-face.’ ” He shook his head. “I think you need to work on your shit talking.”