Absolutely Disgusting Novels & Stories

The expression of disgust on his face was unmistakable. It made me feel dirty.

Bile rises in my throat and in that moment, I've never felt more disgusted. This bastard… was masturbating to his mistress over a fucking phone!

I yell, spinning around the kitchen like a malfunctioning robot. “I kissed him AND threw up on him?! BACK TO BACK?!” I shriek. Who does that?? “Wow.” I shake my head slowly. “Wow, that’s… that’s bad.” I let out a quiet groan, pressing my hands to my face, and still pacing around. “I am disgusting” I gasp, pacing faster. “I am embarassing. I am…” I stop, turn, and point at nothing. “I assaulted that man with emotions AND bodily fluids!”

“These people are disgusting. I don’t need him to do my laundry. All he needs to do is to remember this, so that he won't be so smug in the future!” Johnson laughed. “It’s okay. Just my clothes alone are enough for him to clean.” He looked at Hugo and sniggered as he said, “Hugo, my laundry is dirty and smelly. Especially my underwear. It’s as if they had been picked up from the sewers. Do not be disgusted when the time comes. Hahaha... ” Do not be disgusted? Hugo was so disgusted that he lost all his appetite. Why was his life so miserable? Why was it that whenever he wanted to take advantage of something, he would be the one getting played in the end?

My disgusted grimace was a mask I barely controlled, but his next move was what truly made my skin crawl. He licked his fingers clean, a slow, deliberate act that felt like a personal insult, a vulgar claim on the air, on everything in this room. My stomach churned, the small meal I’d been forced to eat threatening to come back up. “You’re disgusting,” I growled, the words a bitter taste in my mouth. “I thought you couldn’t sink any lower than forcefully marrying me, but you just stamped on my dignity as if it meant nothing.”

He hissed, shoving at me in an attempt to get me off, but I didn’t budge. “Stop that!” he growled. “Oh come on,” I murmured. “It’s just a little hickey. I’m sure your future girlfriend will find it charming.” “Get off me!” He snapped, twisting violently until I finally let him go. He stumbled back, touching the spot on his neck like I’d branded him with acid. His eyes flew to mine and I could feel the hate radiating off of him. “You’re disgusting,” he spat. I raised a brow,a little too casual. But inside my wolf whimpered. It wasn’t just the words he had spoken,it was the disgust in his voice .

If I hadn't heard the kind words that other people have said about me, I would have felt completely outclassed by them and their breathtaking beauty. I fixed my gaze on a different person who appeared to be a man. He did not appear to be disliking it, but rather he was annoyed and somewhat uninterested. "I am utterly disgusted that you descended to such low levels to mate with an abomination Prince Salvatore. You are a Royal of very high standards." I gave the woman a sneer. She ought to feel shameful for making such unkind remarks about other people. They were simply rulers in order to enforce the law, not to give in to their egocentric tendencies.

said one of them. "And she's beginning to sound like a broken record." Another added and they nudged each other, giggling afterwards. "You make me sick, Desirée. You disgust me so much that the sight of you fuels me with so much hatred that I could barely comprehend. Everything about you sickens me! You pathetic bitch!" she fired, every word she uttered dripping with a sickening amount of hatred that made me question my own worth.

‎Of all the wretched, soul-scarring chores this new world had forced upon us, taking down the zombies was the worst. It wasn't just the danger; it was the profound, gut-churning disgust of it all. It was the most disgusting shit I’d ever done in my whole life, a phrase that felt woefully inadequate to describe the visceral horror. The act itself was a brutal, messy business. It wasn't like in the old movies, a clean shot to the head and a tidy collapse. It was a gruesome ballet of decay and resistance. The sickening, wet thud of the crowbar connecting with a skull that was more liquid than bone. The way they sometimes didn't just fall, but sort of… deflated, spilling their putrid contents on

Honestly, I’d trade it for a week of root canals cleaning without anesthesia. Because here’s the thing – when you loathe someone’s guts so deeply they might as well be a worm writhing in sewage, it is so unfair that your body still salivates every time that same worm sits next to you, breathing, existing. I refused to even look at his face anymore. The few times I did, my brain went into statue mode – completely frozen, hypnotized, as if observing some god-like, sculpted marvel was my only purpose in life. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.