Novel & Cerita Unscramble Insult

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?”

"I wouldn't do that if you didn't insult me. Do you know that because of you my day was completely ruined?" "I call our cat Fat, not you. You're weird. You thought everything I said was about you. Because you're fat, you immediately thought you were what I called Fat, You're too guilty." "What the f–hmp!" I inhale and exhale. I have to control myself. Kier would annoy me, even more, when he felt that my brain cells were getting angry. "Hey, Fat! I mean, Fatima." "All right, insult me ​​some more." I saw a rock. "Choose, I will scratch your car, or I will break your car window?!"

He said to Marco "tell me." Marco told him. All of it, including the specific words Testa had used which were designed to communicate something beyond their literal content. In this world insults were operational they carried information about the insulter's confidence level and backing and assessment of their target's response capacity. Testa's insult was detailed and specific and told a story about whoever had sent him. When Marco finished the room was quiet. Luca turned a pen on the desk. Three rotations. His thinking rhythm I had learned this.

"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

He paused after each insult as if he was afraid the victims would miss a word. "I've got news for you, the Elite Alliance, and your backers!" "You are so corrupt, you make a sewer rat look like a saint!" "Your business practices are so shady, you must have a direct line to the underworld!" "You are a disgrace to the human race, a slimy, spineless, soulless excuse for a creature!" "Your greed is so rampant, that it is like a cancer eating away at the very fabric of society!" "You are a master class in hypocrisy, a wolf in sheep's clothing, with a tongue as forked as a snake's!"

"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.

- He smiled mockingly. - You are a... - Disqualified? He continued sarcastically. - By whom? For you? Honestly, I'm not on your list to be classified or disqualified by you. - “Unclassified” for me does not have the dictionary meaning. It's everything bad you can imagine. I hate men of your type... Who think they're superior to everything and everyone... The body is mine. I tattoo what I want and where I want. And nobody, least of all you, has anything to do with it.