Another Word For Abominable Novels & Stories

She turns to me then, looking like pure evil. “I’m going to enjoy taking your power from you. It’s what you deserve. It’s what your whore mother deserves. It’s what you weak, pathetic fathers deserve. Even your little brother and sister will pay. Your family thinks they are better than the rest of us. We are going to show them they aren’t blessed. They are an abomination. You are an abomination. A crime against all wolves,” she bites out, her eyes blazing, the different colours glowing oddly in the dim light.

I pushed back my chair and stood. “I didn’t buy this wasted-up enterprise so I could entertain such disgusting—” I stop, scoffing before shaking my head, my lips curling into something between amusement and rage. “No, wait. Calling it disgusting is an insult to disgusting. I don’t even have the right fucking word for this abomination you dare to call a design.” My fingers tighten. The silence in the room is suffocating. No one dares to move. No one dares to fucking breathe.

In fact, they are very docile creatures compared to the ones that linger in the forest. “Category two of the lycan bloodline: the abnormals. These creatures are faster and more agile. When based on threat level, no human or other creature could match them. Toss all thoughts of fighting aside and focus on running. There’s no hope when you become the target of these abominations.” I read the words out loud. My brows furrow at how these files describe me—monstrous. Well, not exactly me, but the others that are like me.

"I was not inviting you, you blockhead!" "Yes you were." "No!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "That's what I was telling you." I groaned. "Shut up. And get off." "Why? Most girls would enjoy to be in this position." "Nerds are not my type." "I'm not a nerd," he protested. "Right, nerd is not the right word. How about abominable?" "Oh yeah?" He smirked again. God, he smirks so much. What an annoying habit.

Who would understand? Who would listen without spitting in my face? No one. They’d call me vile things—cheap, wicked, heartless. Maybe even something worse. They’d say I was a disgrace to womanhood, a stain on motherhood, a sinner not even God could forgive. And maybe they’d be right.

', abomination and disgust transparent in those infuriated eyeballs stuck on her appalled face. Her widened eyes narrowed in utmost revulsion. She clenched her fist in humiliation and anguish as tears sprung in her, a pair of glossy doe eyes, cascading in mortification. His hatred blinded him to such extent that he didn't shy away from calling her an immoral enticer!! Seriously? She's seducing him?? When and for heaven's sake, she's his wife!!! He has no morality left in him..

Jen said sounding so annoyed at the thought of it, her shoulder shiver as she said “as if, I’ll ever consider such a low life" “hey, I know he’s way older than you but I think he’s a good man, am not saying you should date him, just saying you shouldn’t use such adjectives to qualify a person” Amber said looking rather sad her friend would describe such a sweet man as a low life “Erm hello, Amber if he’s such a good person why would he be wishing me bad by telling me he likes me, that’s like bringing down my value" Jen said shaking her head “oh, come on, how could a simple word like that being down your value" Amber said tapping Jen light on her shoulder

She stated firmly. I staggered back at the harshness of her words. It was almost as if she had always had this hatred in her heart and she had been waiting patiently to let it out. "Rainbow, you're so ugly that babies will take one look at you and scream! To top it up, you're wolf-less! You are an abomination! So you should be the one begging to stay!" She hurled words at me. The crowd gasped again at the mention of my wolf-less state and the murmurs began to grow louder when suddenly, they got silenced.

she ambled backwards, still maintaining eye contact. “Lupomancer. Half werewolf, half Melbringer. An abomination.” Her voice was laced with venom. “A disruption to the natural order. A contradiction that shouldn’t exist.” Abomination. The word replayed in my mind, sharp and chilling. That was the same thing my doppelgänger called me. Hearing it again in reality and not in a dream made me feel worse. I felt like the ground beneath me had cracked open, springing up everything I thought I had kept hidden.

Damon said softly. The werewolf began to laugh, his choked cackles echoing through the entire room, bouncing off the walls and returning to them. “That will never happen…” Abel wheezed. “Talk all you like, but we… are a divine creation…just like humans. I don’t know what you did to yourself… but you are NOTHING… but an ABOMINATION!” The words rolled off the Hunter like water over stone, and with another slashing motion from him, Abel’s head rolled to the floor, the echoes of his scream in the air.