Contemptuous Sentence Novels & Stories

" I agape, but loud enough for him to hear. "Yes! ….. A test but enough of questions, I will send in a slave in here to help you and maybe to direct you on how to dish the food accordingly, idiot….." He used foul language as he walked out of the door but not before staring at me with contempt and loathe.

Something that made my heart race, that stirred a feeling I couldn’t place. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by a look of pure contempt. His eyes swept over me, taking in my disheveled state, the dirt and bruises marking my skin. His lip curled, disgust flashing across his face. “Pathetic,” he spat, his voice laced with venom. “Is this what fate has cursed me with? A wolf less nobody?”

“Weak, pathetic, and utterly undeserving of the title you hold. It’s sickening to see you here, pretending as though you’re one of us. You’re nothing more than a burden to my son, a waste of space in his world.” I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself, but the words died on my tongue. I felt the weight of her hatred pressing down on me, suffocating me. I wanted to shrink away, to escape the darkness in her gaze, but I stood my ground, even though every word she spoke shattered another piece of my heart. “And frankly,” she continued, her voice dripping with contempt, “it would be a mercy if you just fell off a cliff and disappeared. You’d save us all a great deal of trouble.”

“Does he give you Scooby snacks after you perform your tricks?” Canum sighs, disappointment etched across his features, his eyes narrowing with disdain. “I’m being patient, kind, respectful. And you’re not even worth it. You’re nothing more than a repulsive mutt too far below my station.” “Please, keep going. You wow me with your compliments.” My voice drips sarcasm, but my pulse hammers, betraying the fear I refuse to show.

I couldn’t help but notice how his face contorted in disgust when I said the word ‘mate’. Throwing a disdainful glance my way, he snorts and snarled, “then you must be as stupid as you look to think that a person of my status would accept a low life like you as my mate!” His words sent a kind of pain akin to physical blow to my spine; I almost doubled over.

At that moment, all I could hear was the condescension in his tone, the way he looked down at me like I was nothing but dirt under his feet, someone who wasn't worthy of his son and deserved to rot in hell. "What's enough? Stating the fact?" He scoffed, his gaze still fixed on me. “I won't stand with you insulting him," Alex gritted out, his annoyance seeping out. But Marcus didn't seem to care. He took a step closer to me, his eyes blazing with contempt. He didn't hide his hatred, didn't conceal his disgust for me.

I couldn't help but feel contempt for her as I thought about how she had exploited her classmates for her dubious activities. Those men were hateful, but flies like Michelle were equally repugnant.

"You underestimate me at your peril." A cruel smile played across Scar's lips, showing a maw full of razor-sharp fangs. "Is that so? Because from where I'm standing, it appears you are having second thoughts about the delightful plan we've made." His tongue slowly traced over those wicked incisors as he watched me with undisguised contempt. "Pity, I had such high hopes for you, my dear."

Four women stare at her with repugnance and disdain. "How about all of you? How are you keeping up being ignored by the dick you're dying to have?" she amusingly added, making the women seethe with anger. "You're arrogant" one of them mutters with contempt. "Well, thank you. Tell me something I don't know" she continued to smile. She has time to indulge them and she is somewhat enjoying the altercation. "You should not have come back" a snicker from one of them.

Samuel's eyes were like a calm, deep pool, his body exuding a natural elegance. His calm face showed no emotion, his voice chillingly quiet, "Steven, if I were you, I wouldn't make this humiliating call. How do you know I would marry someone other than her?" "Stop being presumptuous. Your current pain is just a re-experience of my agony. Does it hurt?" His eyes were silent, like a detached demon looking down from on high. His voice was unmistakably contemptuous, cold enough to pierce one's soul, "Did she not suffer when you tormented her?"