Unscramble Insult Novels & Stories

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.

I was insulted but in my mind it was insulting when he pulled my underwear but he didn't take it off completely, it was just threatening. "I don't like it when you say even a single profanity," he said irritated. What? Is he allergic to cheap? Why does he even interfere with my speech? wasn't he doing this before, cursing me to stop chasing him. Then now, he's chasing and getting irritated when I swear at him. I wasn't irritated when he cursed me back then. I'm still hurt.

“That brainless, two-faced, lying, backstabbing, good-for-nothing piece of trash! He will surely be punished by God and he will be rejected Wherever he goes.” I choked on my cookie and blurted out. What were these insults that I just heard? “Mom!” But, she wasn’t done. “That miserable thing! That cockroach in human skin! The day he was born, the heavens must have sighed in regret! Look at him, walking around in expensive suits, thinking he is important. Oh, he has no idea what has befallen him.” I covered my face as the insults rang in my ears. “Oh my God,” I screamed and My phone rang again.

"There's some sort of misunderstanding here, Sir." "Shame on you both, young men!!!" Lord Carlton thundered suddenly, startling everyone in the room. With narrowing eyes, he looked quickly from one man to another. "You have disgraced your own title and your family name! You acted like two mongrel dogs fight over a rotten meat in the rubbish bin!" Ava startled, she got a feeling that the insult was mainly addressed to her. "And you," He regarded Ashton with a flicker of disgust. "Surely you can find better things to fight for than your cousin's sloppy seconds~"

“You are just a tramp and a loose woman.” Pah! Anna slapped her hard on the face. “I’ve had enough of your insults,” she said, bone-chilling cold lingering in her eyes. She grabbed Melisa’s chin, gaining her full attention. “Now listen to me, you whiny little miss, let this be the last time you will ever insult me.” Anna’s grip on Melisa’s chin tightened, her fingernails digging into Melisa. “Because I will smack the insults out of you every time you try insulting me. Yes, I may be from the streets, but I’m not a tramp. Are we clear?”

"Now listen Karen, I am as straight as a rule, I only feel comfortable like this, my dressing doesn't define my sexuality c'mon this 21st century dude!" "And have you ever explored your sexuality to know where you properly belong?" Karen asked with a mocking smirk in her eyes. Vada nervously chuckled and stood up as she brushed her suit straight, she was getting uncomfortable with both the conversation and the despicable stares from the horny lady of the next table. "Karen let's go play draught now, shall we?" "We shall honey." Karen took her hand and led her to the draught corner, when the players sighted her, they made a hailing noise signalling her arrival, it only showed she led the pack

"Hey! Can't you see he is here with us? Why don't you get out of our sight, you ugly wrench!" A sharp voice coming from the woman standing her called her out. Allysa’s expression turned sour, she can tolerate their rude stares but she can never, ever let someone insult her and let them get away with it. Allysa’s eyebrow raised as a response. Brushing her hair upward, she looks at the woman who just insulted her. “Who the fuck are you? Do I look like I cared? And stop insulting yourself, I know your eyesight isn’t that great but you should try to look in a mirror. Better yet, wear some eyeglasses you dumb bitch.” Allysa snarled without remorse.

I could not help but insult her even the person in subject could not hear me. "Do you know that the skin tone around your forehead and neck are different in shades? Some of your eyeliners are smudge. Your lipstick is too thick. Your makeup doesn't even look good on you. You could only pass as a low-class prostitute. No, even prostitutes have beauty to sell. What yours then?" I suddenly got an idea, the best insulter of the year. I turned to Lucas, "Lucas, do you find her in your liking?" As expected Lucas made a face of disgust. "No way. She is too ugly."

Without looking up, I replied, Me: “I’m not obligated to answer you. You have no right to question me.” Assistant: “Don’t forget you’re a student here. I’m your superior I’m staff.” She said angrily. Me: “If you’re staff, then respect yourself and stop throwing your cheap self at me. I don’t like you. You look old, drained, and gaggy, with wrinkles all over your face.” Assistant: “Did you just insult me ? I’m giving you two minutes to apologize for what you just said and to touch me. Right now.” Me: “I’m giving you two seconds to take your water and get out of here.”

She would not let him play the innocent. "You should have let me know you were sterile, you old fox." The cruelty of her words permeated into Mr. Borodin's bones and marrow. The accusation was one thing, causing a deep, lasting hurt that he will carry with him, but the insult - 'old fox' - didn't just shock him momentarily, it seeped into his very being, cut far deeper.