Absolutely Disgusting Novels & Stories

' The man said as he let out a low and dark chuckle. Purple was shaking with anger. The man immediately stopped laughing when he felt the girl’s stop struggling; he opened his eyes widely to receive something sticky and slimy in his eyes. 'YOU BITCH!!' He growled in disgust as he removed his grip from the Girls' hands and rubbed his eyes to remove the spit from it.

’’ I say, holding a spoon full of yellow mushy stuff in my hands. ‘’Maybe some sort of medicine.’’ Catty says and tastes it with the tip of her tongue. One moment the food goes inside her mouth and the next moment it flies out back on her empty plate. Her face turns red with disgust and she looks at me with her dark black eyes and shakes her head still unsure of what she just tasted. ‘’I know! It tastes weird right?’’ I pass her the tissue. ‘’It tastes HORRIBLE! Llike something I should have never eaten!’’

Each bite tastes bland, my pleasure lost amidst the anguish. "What's this?" I muttered, horrified, spotting something dark amidst my food. I gingerly scoop it up, examining it closer. Instantly, my stomach churns. Nausea overwhelms me. I dash toward the nearest restroom, the mocking laughter of the gossiping crowd echoing behind me. "Who's sick enough to put a cockroach in my food?!" I exclaimed in disgust, seething with rage. Uggghhh! Uggghhh! I continue vomiting until I'm exhausted. The repulsive thought of that disgusting creature makes me retch repeatedly, even after my stomach's emptied. -o0o-

I absolutely despise carbs and lastly and the most—I hate Duong and a specifically admired restaurant that goes by the name Tiffany. Sorry, but I don’t. Kill me, I don’t. Sue me, I don’t. Fuck me in the ass, I still do not. I’d rather suck my own dick but eat in that dimly lit little crackpot in the middle of Duong or anything prepared by them. It’s a mysteriously ugly catastrophe hidden under the mist. It is unnoticeable and yet to be shattered by a thunderstrike. The place, its owner, their services: everything is disgusting—plain and incessant, tastes like a pup’s poop, and smells like rotten meat. Nothing can change that! Nobody. Yeah, not a single soul on the planet can convince me othe

Not caring that we were in a public place, I doubled over and vomited. Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting! I had never imagined that beneath his polished and respectable exterior lay something so vile it made me sick to my stomach. Today, I finally saw his true colors. Wiping my mouth, I snapped, "Cut the nonsense and sign the papers!"

Their mouths twisted in a snarl, as though the very sight of me was an offense to their delicate sensibilities. Their gazes were like knives, slicing through my skin, dissecting every inch of my body. It was as if they were searching for something, some flaw that would justify their disgust. I could see the disgust in their eyes, the way they wrinkled their noses and turned away in disgust. Their reactions were a symphony of disgust and outrage, playing out before me with an unwelcome clarity.

" I gave him a very obvi ous once over before I scrunch my face up in disgust and spat out the words: "You disgust me".

I nodded in affirmation. “Now, leave my presence!” I returned back in shame. I felt very disgusted, so I scrubbed myself raw in the bath. I scrubed my skin until it turned red, but the filth clung to me, thicker than dirt, heavier than blood. The feeling of disgust transcended the physical. It was imprinted deep within me, out of the reach of soap and water. I pressed my palms to my face and sobbed silently, for if I let the sound escape, I feared it would never stop.

Disgusting. Then I said it anyway. “She was fucking her brother. And her assistant. Caught her red-handed at their party.” The reaction was immediate. Roman’s face twisted in pure, unfiltered disgust, his entire expression tightening like he had just tasted something foul. “Jesus Christ.” The words came out low, almost like a hiss. “That is disgusting,” he continued, shaking his head slowly, like he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. “Sick on every level.” “I know,” I muttered, running a hand over the back of my neck. “Absolutely revolting.”

Disposable cups and empty bottles crunched under my knees. I grappled with a garbage bag that was so overstuffed the plastic ripped. When I lifted it, the putrid contents exploded over the floor, coating my hands and the nearby counter. I groaned, planting my hands on my hips, exhausted and disgusted. This relentless misery was my price for staying close to the monsters. A deep voice sliced through the filth, so close it made me jump. “Look who’s playing in the dirt.” I whirled around. My breath hitched.