Unscramble Insult Novels & Stories

“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.”

"Can not." I groaned and she grinned. "Reverse psychology does not work on me, Jay Jay. You should have known that by now." I stuck my tongue out at her and she rolled her eyes, still grinning. "Get off ." she said, attempting to push me off. But I stayed put. "No, you have to pay for your insolence." "My...what?" It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Insolence; noun. It means arrogant conduct, and insulting, bold behavior or attitude."

She thundered and glared at her hatefully, her words are always coming out bitter, and she knows how to insult someone with words. “Made sense?” I mumbled then smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. You’re a ghost in my life and that’s why you couldn't notice all the important and reasonable things I have said, we don't even talk often so how will you know? Not when your brain is dull, such a dullard!” I spat hissing loudly. She returned the smirk, unmoved by my insult. “A ghost that’s living in your head rent-free.” She fired back at me defending herself and I frowned.

“Ooh, you are? Tell me where this will leave you, Irma. And don’t tell me this was part of your plan because I will tell you as early as now—it is so ridiculous, Irma! It is so absurd that it is making me want to puke!” Huh! That is so harsh! It stings! I also don’t think I am in the mood for insults either. No. She better watch it.

Anna stuttered in shock to hear the lady insult her over the phone, "Are you out of your mind, bitch? You are nothing compared to me, you whore! You think I don't know your story and the things you do to keep up with your lifestyle?" "Look here, Anna. I might be nothing like you having a fancy mama who is rich, or being able to switch business as I like. But I am better than you. I don't go around trying to get dirt on my fellow influencers like you. I don't go around acting like a mentally deranged person. You are just a fucking cunt in need of attention!" Anna had mean words slammed over her face really hard, and couldn't get to say anything in reply before the influencer cut off the phone

I snap out of the hold when he doesn’t release it. Letting my own chains fall. “Or should I say monster? You nikka,” posers, impostors, fakes, “say that it takes a scarier monster to face the evils of this world. The only scurge I see is you, Bunta.” weak, talent less little bitch. Chobo or Chaba is similar, but it’s more like calling someone a moron in a sweet way rather than a deceptive little cunt like bunta or bunto is. “Creta.” Tripp lunges, calling me the next most insulting word to chervil there is.

He spoke in utter plain disgust and his way of talking shattered her pride deeply. "Did you get your answer you bitch? Am not the least bit attracted to you. And not even any other woman." He gritted out shattering her pride even more. He was insulting her capabilities as a woman and that she couldn't please a man. He tightened his fists around her hair before throwing her towards the cold floor instantly making her to hit the cold floor harshly. She winced again in pain. Her body was already trembling in fear and now her pride was being shattered.

His words were hurting, they were harsh and cruel to her ears, he is insulting her openly with a murderous glare. "Fuck you! Don't insult me because you can't take the truth of being used by a highschool dropout. You are making a mountain out of a molehill and I can't deal with your tantrums. You are the one acting like the kid here. When you are done being so fussy, come back and talk to me like an adult." She huffed and crossed her arms underneath her bosom while flushing.

She replied. "A stray dog," I repeated, not the least bothered by her words. If she was trying to rile me up then she was failing terribly. I heard more hurtful words from people in my life that her words didn't really sound like an insult anymore. That is what happens when you hear a phrase repeatedly. You suddenly grew used to it or tired of it and at this point, I got both. I didn't like the insults but they no longer elicit any emotions from me.

"Because of that incident, he insults me every day. How can he be so cruel?" Carissa frowned. "If he insults you, why don't you insult him back?" "I…" Leona's tears fell once more. "I don't know how." Carissa was at a loss. She turned to Alana. "Alana, do you know how to insult someone?" "Oh, I'm very good at it," Alana replied. "Good. From now on, if Mr. Langley comes and insults the duchess, you insult him back. Remember one principle: if he insults you, insult him back. If he gets physical, you get physical."