Cringe Shrek Novels & Stories

Disgust, shock, hatred show over his features—he looks like he might throw up. "You disgust me." His voice echoes throughout my chest. And the icing on the cake is the sneer forming on his lips. "Do you seriously think you look good wearing that? Please, you will never be a real woman! You're a freak," He laughs to himself. "It's embarrassing that you're in love with me; just wait until the guys get to hear about this."

MAKE ME BEG MADISON I look in the mirror at my ridiculously short, black dress and wonder for the millionth time what in the fuck I’m doing. I miss the comfort of my jeans and baggy sweatshirt. I prefer to hide behind my clothes, not strut around half naked on full display. I tug the thin fabric up, trying to cover my tits, but there’s no hiding them. Turning around, I peek over my shoulder and groan at how damn short the dress is. I bend over a little as a test and cringe at the way my pink panties are clearly visible, showing my little pussy in a scandalous peek-a-boo every time I move my hips.

Cadence less than a year, and I bet that I was the first one to pass out on one of her classes. 'Take a chill pill, Theo. I'm fine. Oh, wait.' Standing up, I felt the need to throw up and went running into our bathroom, hurling out today's lunch. I was not a lady throwing up, I sounded like a monster. I'm pretty sure if Shrek threw up, he'd sound just like me.

Killain's POV “Well, there's only one way to find out.” I said, turning and winking at her. She definitely wasn't a fan of it because not only did she cringe facially, but her entire body shook in a way that said more about how she felt about me than she had ever said with her lips. “Don’t ever do that again, please?” She begged, “I swear I could almost taste chyme in my mouth. That was…something else.” She shuddered.

Sharper. I brushed it off, trying to focus on smoothing out the heavy drapes. The ache intensified, blooming into a full-blown cramp that stole my breath. I gasped, doubling over, my hands clutching my belly. “No,” I whispered, a desperate plea to my own body. “Not again.”

Crystal wrapped her arms around her knees. Even fully dressed, she felt completely exposed. She looked at the two Tibetan mastiffs with their big mouths, sweaty tongues, and swollen members, and her whole body began to shake. “Take off her clothes,” Richard said. The man grabbed Crystal’s shirt to pull it over her head, but in her fear, she turned into some kind of spastic beast. Her body flopped all over like an epileptic having a fit. Her face contorted into a rictus of pain, and from between her gritted teeth, there came a shrill, high-pitched screech: “screeeeeeecchhhhhhh!

"Nuts for you." I stared at him, processing the absolute audacity. Then made a face. "Ew." He raised an eyebrow, genuine surprise flickering across his features. "Ew?" "Yes, ew. That was cringe." "Cringe?" He repeated the word like it physically pained him. I nodded, pushing lightly against his chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath my palms. "Very." He looked genuinely offended for a second, his expression almost wounded. "Wow." I crossed my arms, creating a barrier between us. "You asked."

I lay face down in the snow, my stomach cramping so badly that I couldn't straighten up. My body hurt, but what cut deeper was the chill in my heart. Owen Schultz stood protectively in front of Sandy Hatfield, his voice dripping with disgust. "Brooke Greer, can you stop being such a buzzkill? Sandy was just teaching me how to switch edges, and she got a little carried away. You're the one with a weak body who insisted on coming to the slopes, and now you're here faking an injury and playing the victim. Get up already. Don't embarrass us."

I wanted to end it all, kill every single person here. “Cena!” I shouted. Everyone fixed their attention on me as I glared back. “Present! And my oh my don’t you look delicious.” She states, leaning on one hip with no bottoms on and her breast hanging out of her blouse. I quickly launched a tentacle at her and it pierced right through her. She screamed as I broug her to me while producing more tentacles to ward off those that tried to help her. Two large crab claws formed from my shoulders and grabbed both sides of her body. I could hear her bones being crushed and her body popping and ripping as they began to pull.

King grinned in a deep voice, like the devil's chant. Xie Ru was afraid to touch Ms. Xie's clothes, and her head hung lower. She was very anxious and felt inferior. She had a lot of acne on her face, and when it faded, new ones grew, and the new ones festered. The whole face looked sticky, like it was rotting.