Contemptuous Sentence Novels & Stories

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

I couldn't help but sneer with contempt. "What's that 'hmph' for?" Mrs. Brebeca immediately became dissatisfied, glared at me, and asked. "Your words make me sick!" I said contemptuously. "Jack, you're a doctoral student at a prestigious university, so why does your speech reek like that?" Jack's expression immediately changed, he was about to angrily retort to me when Mrs. Brebeca seized the opportunity to point directly at me and scolded: "Andrew, you have no right to sit here and talk to us. Go back to your room!"

The words were sharp, like a dagger poised to strike. Her laughter was bitter, laced with contempt. "You’re unbelievable. A complete scumbag. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let your wolf mark me. What was I thinking?" she spat, her disgust evident as she stormed out of the room, leaving an icy silence behind.

"Like somebody was actually going to help him." The table exploded with laughter. One boy wiped tears from his eyes. "That was pathetic." "Nobody was going to help him." "Nobody ever does." The first boy shrugged… "Why would they?" His voice dripped with contempt. "Nobody wants to be associated with trash." Another nod… Another laugh… Then one of them leaned back in his chair. "Think he'll come back?" A brief silence followed. Then… "He better not." The words came out sharp, not angry... Rather more disgusted. The very kind of disgust someone reserved for something they considered beneath them.

He spat, his eyes glinted angrily as he stared at me, He walked over and sat on the couch, his gaze condescending as he stared at me, But I wasn't going to get intimidated, I looked down at him and my lips curved upwards into a smirk, my eyes filled with mockery as I stared at him, "What does he think he is?" I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes in disgust, "What?" Mr. Katz who was confused by my carefree attitude asked, his eyes searching my face as he stared at me, I was certain he never expected my response, I knew what he wanted and wasn't going to bend to his will.

she said as she chew slowly and methodically on the tough bread as if lost in thought, her jaw moving mechanically. Maeve grumbled as he scowled on his own tray, his voice dripping with contempt, "This food is just fucking inedible. No, it's a trash," The words left his mouth like venom, his tone harsh and biting. Every syllable was filled with loathing and disgust.

This man despised Zayn thoroughly and regarded himself as being superior and aloof to all living beings. More precisely, his contempt was applied not only to Zayn but everybody else in the house. It was as if he was the only man while the rest of the people were just animals. Zayn chuckled. “Is that so? I’ve encountered countless arrogant and conceited people in my life yet this is the first time I’ve encountered someone who despises others completely like you. Could it be that you think you’re a God and not a man?”

My mother's venomous words spewed forth, her contempt palpable. "If you had done something right for once in your pitiful life, I wouldn't need to intervene. You can't even seduce the alpha into breaking up with that insolent sister of yours. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Her gaze seared into me, filled with disgust and disdain.

She floated above it, a spectral version of herself, staring down with a mix of disdain and bitterness. Her lips curled "What a fool," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger. "What a pathetic fool I was." Her gaze lingered on her body's frailty -the way her arms hung limp, her once-vibrant face now pale and lifeless. The sight filled her not with pity, but with contempt. "Look at you," she spat, her voice filled with venom. "So weak. So powerless. You couldn't even fight back. You let them fucking break you. You let them kill you, Carmen."

I inhaled through my nose, fighting the nausea caused by the sweet scent, and channeled every ounce of cold, aristocratic arrogance I had absorbed over the last month. I looked at the pastry, then I looked at Ryan’s face with a sneer of pure disgust. "You are pathetic," I said. My voice didn't shake. It was low, steady, and dripping with contempt. Ryan blinked, the insult stunning him for a fraction of a second. "What?"