Absolutely Disgusting Novels & Stories

"I'm really fine now. It doesn't affect me that much other than I felt disgusted, but now that I finished bathing, the disgust and restlessness all over my body have diminished." Zack let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help but curse. "I know that bastard is scum, the trash of all trash and the low piece of shit but who would have thought that he would really act inhumane and use the opportunity that you were alone to do beastly things!" I sighed and didn't even bother to hide the disgust in my eyes whenever I remembered such things. "Don't mention it in the future. Thinking about those things made me want to puke. That bastard should pray that he won't meet me again. I'll make sure to cu

George Camilla's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the goo on my semi-hard dick. Her mouth was agape and her words of apology froze on her lips like someone who'd forgotten to breathe. I clenched my jaw and bit my lip to suppress a swear word. Disgust and nausea made me feel sick. I scrunched up my nose and tried to step back, but the unpleasantness was stuck to me, making escape impossible. She fucking puked on my cock, and now I felt like yanking the thing off. With a shudder, I refused to look at the offensive sight.

No one blamed him, not really, it was a terrible mess. "Oh, God!" Sophie found the horrendous smell disgusting and sickening. Perhaps she could compare it to rotting animal carcasses. She was tempted to lift her face and have a look again if only she could stomach the horrible odour that bloated her bowels. "I can't believe someone could do this," she said in a terrible little whimper. The deaths of so many humans got on her nerves very badly; she shouldn't have had icy-clean control, but it got to her, whining in the face of that mess on the dirt.

"Don't touch me." Her gaze sent a shiver to the man, he had never felt such fear before, until he saw Celestin. "All right, all right. I won't." He turned his back to her in fear of seeing those frightening gazes of hers again. Celestin dislike being touched the most, she doesn't know why but every time someone touches her, she feels nauseated. That's why when Athena touched her earlier she was really surprised because she didn't feel disgusted or maybe the anger she felt was so much that disgust has lost its place.

the hot, sticky liquid pouring out in waves, running down my face, dripping onto my chest, soaking my skin and the tattered remnants of my pants. I gasped, a choking sound torn from deep inside me. The disgusting warmth was everywhere, mingling with my tears, salty and vile. I could feel it sliding down my cheeks, trickling over my lips, and the taste made bile rise in my throat. I curled tighter, trembling uncontrollably. My breath hitched, and I sobbed, soft at first, then louder. Disgust and horror overwhelmed me. My skin crawled; I wanted to scrub myself raw, to wash away the filth and the humiliation, but there was nothing to do but lie there and suffer. I hated how small and powerless

The moment it hit my tongue, I understood regret on a spiritual level. "—really foul," Tabitha finished, wincing. My eyes flew open, my throat seizing. The taste hit me like someone had liquified a corpse, added burnt garlic, a dead battery, and the sweat of a thousand nervous men, then set the entire concoction on fire just to be disrespectful. My face twisted, my eyes watered, and I let out a choke that sounded nothing short of undignified. "What the hell was that?" I spat, slamming the empty cup down so hard it clattered. "Good Goddess...did you brew this in a toilet?"

Flesh and bone started to melt, dissolving into a foul-smelling liquid. Dorian flicked his hand dismissively. “Wicked… creating a formula like that is just disgusting. And now it’s ruined the floor.”

I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn’t explain why I was repulsive of this man. The moment I saw his portrait– if it was his since he looked exactly the same as the man painted on it- I felt strongly disgusted. But I thought feeling such emotion for a lifeless thing was nonsense. However, now that I see his face in the flesh and hear his voice, the word disgust is too mild and weak to describe it. If I was to put words into the feeling, I guess it should be a compound combination of loath, repulsion, abhorrence, and a few more similar words all in one! Without even knowing who the man was referring to or to whom his words were being addressed.

My rudeness still didn't affect him & a persistent shameless mutt which he is, said heartily. "Okay, if you say so. But personally? I prefer ‘beautiful’." The stinky ass which I am going to turn apart in just a few minutes said ambiguously, in an attempt to fucking flirt with me. Which made me snort and I turned slowly, my eyes cold and glowing with a faint, dangerous violet hum that he was too stupid to notice. ‘ Bloody Idiot Smelly Mutts.’ I looked him up and down with the kind of clinical disgust one saves for a cockroach which is better than this stinky fur ass mutt's..

Am I so disgusting and undeserving that even my father hates me? In mid of these dreary thoughts, his rage burst with a dreadful roar: "She is not my daughter, you trollop!!!” he snarled in one breath. “She is a misbegotten spawn. Who knows who fathered her, given that her mother is a slattern frolicker willing to spread the legs to everyone!!!” he roared with disgust written all over his face.