Unscramble Insult Novels & Stories

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.

But there are already a couple of messages from her to the group she’d started in the pub. ‘I really am very sorry I had to dash like that. It was very rude and you’d been so kind to me. I’ll try and make it up to you.’ Followed a few minutes later by, ‘My first is in non-sectarian but not in croissant. My second is in misapplication but not in accompanist. My third is in bacteria but not in cerebrate. My fourth is in internationalize but not in oriental. My fifth is in illiterately but not in tritely. My sixth is in bureaucrat but not in creature. My seventh is in coordinate but not in contradiction. My eighth is in striptease but not in praise. My ninth is in thorniness but not in interses

he grimly smiled as he sat back down. “So tell me, Why should I waste my precious time and money on you when you clearly don’t deserve it?” He ran his eyes full of disgust and scorn all over her in a bid to get a rise out of her. Narrowing her eyes at the insult, she lifted an eyebrow, “I can see you have resolved to keep the insults coming. I wanted us to talk like civilized human beings, but since I can see you are incapable of something like that, I won’t even bother. But then again, no surprise there. Seeing as you are equally incapable of other things,” she slyly smiled as she crossed her legs while running her eyes over the zipper of his trousers.

Finally, Noelle clenched her fist and looked up at Sandra, who flashed her a doelike, innocent smile. After some staring, Noelle broke out in laughter. Then, she spat, "You're a bastard child." Everyone had their sore spot. She had hit Sandra where it hurt. The bastard child insult was taboo for Sandra, whose expression soured. Without thinking, she shoved Noelle to the ground. Engulfed in anger, she lost her calm and acted impulsively. It wasn't until she had lashed out that she realized she had done wrong.

she yelled fuming with anger. "Mom, I didn't insult you. I am just saying that Whitney doesn't deserve the horrible words you are hurling at her neither does she deserve the harsh way you are talking to her?" "Now, listen to me, you little boy! You may not be insulting me directly but you are talking rudely and disrespecting me in the presence of my servant. Tell me, how is that different from an insult?" "Mom, it is different cos I never mentioned any foul word." "Will you shut up! You are talking back at me and you feel it's not an insult?" she asked with disbelief.

Smith remained unmoved, his expression unyielding as he levelled a cold gaze in my direction. "I don't need to justify myself to the likes of you—a disgusting mutt. I am going to report you to the academy for invasion of privacy; have you investigated; and make sure you lose your job officially at the academy," he spat. Disgusting mutt? The insult hit me like a slap in the face, igniting a fiery rage within me. How dare he degrade me like that? Disgusting mutt? Anger boiled inside me at his audacity, but I fought to maintain my composure, refusing to stoop to his level.

I rebuked pointedly and the man lifted his head to laugh boisterously. ‘Arrogant pompous pig.’ I snorted angrily. ‘Pig? Far from it, my dear Becca. If you really want to insult the man, then you can do better by using a truer word. Don’t stoop low by using cheap words that don’t qualify in describing the man.’ My conscience jeered with a snort and I felt ashamed. I can’t believe I failed at even mere insults.

"Wretch? Bastard? Bastard? Trashy? You can say those words or more, I don't care. If there's one thing I have to thank my family for, it's for raising me by saying so many ugly things to me, they don't hurt me anymore. >> Rather, I see it as a desperation to win a lost dispute. Because when there are no more arguments to defend oneself, insult is the only way out. But, you have a way out; hand over what doesn't belong to you" I say smiling and that makes the man in front of me look at me with anger. "Malnacida!"

She was so angry I raised a brow" So it hurts. Now you understand how I feel anytime you insult me. We are not perfect and that doesn't make us less than others. You don't get to insult me all you want and expect me to feel good about it! Things are not done that way" " get out!" She was shaking heavily

“I’d rather eat the slave sacrifice than you.” Flora blinked. Her mouth opened slightly as her eyes widened in disbelief. “Excuse me? Are you insulting me?!” she snapped, standing up straighter, her voice laced with offended pride. Bruno finally shifted, just enough to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with calm indifference. “No,” he said plainly. “That wasn’t an insult. If I wanted to insult you, I would say worse. I’m just holding back because I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”