Unscramble Insult Novels & Stories

I obeyed, humiliated tears mixing with the drool running down my chin. They degraded me nonstop with words that burned deeper than the physical roughness. “Worthless basement cumdump.” “Free-use cousin pussy.” “Grandma’s little secret whore getting passed around like a party favor.” Each insult made my body react, clenching tighter around them despite the shame flooding my mind.

Scarlet said her mind. “First of all, I have every right to punch him because he called you dumb, did you think I was going to stand and listen to him insult you like that even if we are friends? If anyone were to insult me in such a way in your presence, what would you do? Will you stand and let them insult me which will lead to more insults in the future or are you going to defend me?” Scarlet realized she had said something wrong “I’m sorry for thinking wrongly, and I would definitely not stand and watch someone insult you, never” Scarlet said

she spat, her disdain palpable. The insult stung deeper than I anticipated, and an unbearable rage began to simmer within me. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I fought to keep my voice steady. “You’re the ones who lack respect,” I said, trembling but firm. “How dare you speak to your Luna this way?”

I asked because I notice how tempestuous the weather has become which she also noticed looking up through the glass window at how mildly the weather has become, she then sigh and shook her head, "we're not gonna make it, this weather won't let us get there. I think it will start raining soooon" she stress the last word after hearing the slow drops of rain, by which she then tapped the Uber driver telling him to stop by the nearest motel for us to take shelter. the rain started pouring down heavily and the weather felt cold when we pulled over for a motel but I knew deep down that our skiing trip had been canceled.

"What the f*ck?" Lisa wandered down the corridors, passing the barbies, the jocks, the nerds, and the shadows, feeling like a science experiment as people seemed to stop and sniff as she went passed them. Another high school first day, it was safe to say she made an impression as she turned her famous glare on any that would meet her eye, but to her surprise, most would bow their head and show submission, except one girl.

“Who are you?” “I am this house’s owner,” Winona answered. “You’re the owner? Are you that shameless scumbag?” That person insulted Winona angrily, “Doesn’t this house belong to our young master? Since when did a scumbag like you become the owner of this house?” “Why are you insulting me?” “You should be lucky that I am only insulting you. You are already so old. You could do anything else in the world, but you resorted to being a scumbag. Why?” That person cursed. As he saw that there were people nearby, he raised his voice.

When his eyes came back to my face, he looked angrier, “This piece of trash, like you're some roadside slut looking for the next rich man to dig her fangs into.” I breathed in and out as a way of taming down my anger, “Life doesn't revolve around you, you know, Lucien Thorne? And I'm not going to stand here and listen to you insult me like you've repeatedly done. Trying to insinuate that I dressed up and came here because you'd be here isn't only insulting, it's disgraceful. Apart from the fact that we're step-siblings, I'm not attracted to you, so you can climb down from your high horse.”

“She looks like something dragged from the gutter.” Their words spiraled around her like vultures picking at a carcass. A fitting scene, really. I’d crafted it perfectly. I wanted to see her crumble, to see that fragile spirit of hers shatter under their scrutiny. That scar? I wanted to see if it would be her undoing, a weapon to cleave through her pride and leave nothing but pieces for me to sweep aside. Ugly. Hideous. Unworthy. Every insult hit her like a stone, yet she stood there, with eyes peeled shut and fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles blanched.

"I did until you opened your mouth and ruined your beauty with your boor tongue." The smile on Gina's face faltered as she gave him a sharp look. "Boor tongue!" Evan waved his hand at her. "I don't waste my intellectualism on less intellectual people." "You are insulting me!" Gina Morretti gritted out. She had never in her life felt this humiliated as she has been feeling since Viso insulted her and now His friend was doing the same. "How does it feel? I believe in giving a hundredfold of what I get. You insulted me, and I did the same with you."

He is crazy… Silly. "What a way to insult" sarcasm sprang from me even though I didn't plan it. The curly brunette laughed and crushed out the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray. He got up, resting his elbows on the table and the beige light reflected in his eyes the personality of an angel and a demon in the same body. —I don't like insults, my culture is special. "What culture?" He shrugs. "One who believes me." —And your culture doesn't let you insult even your stupid boss?