Absolutely Disgusting Novels & Stories

were" dying to be with me, I still wouldn't have given you a chance. You are as shapeless as a plank, with no ass, and no tits, and your personality, if you even have one, is probably as dull as a doorknob. Your face is the most boring face I have ever laid my eyes on, it's a total snooze-fest, that could put anyone to sleep. And I am truly, utterly disgusted by your man hands.” “A good look at yourself in the mirror?” “Shapeless as a plank” “No Ass” “No tits” “Most boring face” “Total snoozefest” “Truly, utterly disgusted by your man hands.” "Wait!" My mind abruptly snapped out of a daze as I pushed him back, feeling nervous and embarrassed. My hands shot down to cover myself and forcefully

Glaring down at me with the exact kind of thick, heavy disgust usually reserved for a leaky trash bag at the bottom of a dumpster. Well, yeah. Great. Fuck me too, I guess.

Disgusting! [Perfect match. Trash meets trash!] [Props to the wife for getting out quickly. Let them ruin themselves.] [Those two scumbags won't have a happy ending!] I couldn't help but laugh when I read the comments.

a man said furiously. He had a spiky mohawk hairstyle like a cliché rockstar. He had a bushy beard and he had a larger physique compared to Disgustington. Gray’s face slightly twitched upon seeing his hair. “Did a band throw up on you, Mohawk?” she thought to herself. “I-I was just pissing!” said Disgustington, averting his eyes. “You, f*ckwit!” Mohawk slapped him with the back of his hand. “Can’t you control your own damn d*ck?!”

Despair overwhelmed me, and tears began to stream down my face. “Be quiet, little girl. We’re not going to do anything bad to you… yet.” One of them chuckled, the grotesque sound echoing in my ears. The horrible stench of his breath, mixed with the smell of dirt, made me want to vomit. His teeth were yellow and rotten, and they all looked like they hadn’t seen a bath or daylight in months.

This man must be testing my patience seriously. “ Oh c'mon. What's with the pride? If it were someone else they would have done everything by this time, to impress me.” Partly biting his lower lip, he eats up my frame head to toe. Immediately I feel a dread of discomfort and disgust. Chills shivering up and down my spine. If only I can disappear this instance. He's so disgusting, a sick. And to even think he takes advantage of other people's desperation. “I'm here tolerating your nonsense. Isn't that impressive?” I sneer, not daring to hide my disgust towards him.

Damn! I hated it that instance, it was gross and irritational, but there was nothing I could do about it because.. fuck! I couldn't quit staring at it. And the more I stared at it, the more irritated I got. Thankfully I hadn't had any meal on that faithful day, otherwise nothing could've hindered me from puking my guts out. Ever since that day, I has always got irritated whenever I saw cheese, or anything that had closely tiny packed holes. Disgusting yeah?

I have moved on from shame and guilt to anger, repulse and disgust. “Ready?” Kane asks unenthusiastically, looking at me. “Never,” I shake my head, but start walking towards the tree. The manure is wet and absolutely fucking disgusting, and my nose wrinkles involuntarily. But I take my own advice, suck it up and dig into the bag. “Oh, Goddess,” Kane dry heaves. “I’m going to be sick.” “Breath through your mouth,” I say, but I am struggling to keep my dinner down.

"You stink and your mouth smells. Don't you bathe and brush at all? Your dress is so dirty. Like you should be left among dirt cause you're one of them if not more. You just disgust me. Pig!" "Stop! You're hurting me. I was only looking for help on how to locate my way back when I suddenly saw you. I was merely surprised to see you and for the fact you are cute." "At least I'm cute but you're so ugly and I doubt any male will wanna have anything to do with you cause you got no manners. I'm tired of inhaling your foul scent. Get lost! And I don't ever wanna see you again. I despise females like you. You're so wretched for my liking."

Amusement bubbling mischievously within, I quipped, "Did your mother ever take you to the dentist? Or was it her lack of love that shaped such nastiness?" The monsters towered above with their grotesque forms, yet it was not their size nor their repulsive appearance that perturbed me the most—it was the overwhelming stench that enveloped them like a sickening aura. Heaven forbid they should ever sneeze; I shuddered at the thought of the viscous slime that would surely accompany such an event. "Come on ugly monster dudes! Get a toothbrush first and then we can continue this fight!" "Hey, you grotesque brutes!" I jeered with a defiant smirk, "Ever heard of oral hygiene? Go grab a toothbrush, g