Disgust Characters Novels & Stories

“Are you sick?” “Yes, sick of him, sick with disgust. I can’t stand him anymore, Ari. His smell makes me nauseous. His breath turns my stomach, and I can’t hold it back anymore. I thought I had learned to detach, to leave my body while he used it, but I can’t keep doing it. It’s getting harder and harder not to throw up when he’s on top of me.”

“You know deep down in your heart that we are supposed to have a talk. A long good one at that. But stubbornness will not let you.” “Stubbornness? You think this is stubbornness?” I asked him bewildered. “This is the height of hate and disgust I have towards you, Charles. I hate you so much I don't want to see you near me or my child. I despise you.” I retorted. Something moved in his eyes. His emotions switched and it was like I could almost see it. “Disgust?” He asked in a low voice. He pulled me to him with my hand that was still in his grip. “Despise?” Whatever he had in mind now was definitely not good for me so I struggled but that only made my body rub into his the more.

"You stink and your mouth smells. Don't you bathe and brush at all? Your dress is so dirty. Like you should be left among dirt cause you're one of them if not more. You just disgust me. Pig!" "Stop! You're hurting me. I was only looking for help on how to locate my way back when I suddenly saw you. I was merely surprised to see you and for the fact you are cute." "At least I'm cute but you're so ugly and I doubt any male will wanna have anything to do with you cause you got no manners. I'm tired of inhaling your foul scent. Get lost! And I don't ever wanna see you again. I despise females like you. You're so wretched for my liking."

Everybody chorus “ ohh…” “No way,” Marnie says, her voice dripping with disgust. “ gross, that’s disgusting.” People are laughing. Exclaiming. Whispering amongst themselves. Incredulous. Repulsed. Disgusted. Laughing at this shit show it’s turning out to be. Every inch of my human skin burns, gasping, trying to break free. Fight my way out. But I can’t move. My mate is here. Ethan is my mate.

It was filled with hatred and disgust. He repeated, "Disgusting?"

Rose's POV: I stumble forward, the queasy feeling in my stomach intensifying. The sharp, bitter taste of bile rises in my throat, and before I can stop myself, my body rejects everything inside me. I lean into the bushes, my stomach heaving painfully. The world spins around me as I retch, the hot bile spilling from my lips. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, the faint trace of humiliation hitting me like a brick. That’s disgusting, I think to myself, my mind spiraling into shame. I mutter the words under my breath, as if the shame might just dissipate if I could hide it well enough.

She even felt a nauseating urge to vomit. Many in the crowd were unaware of her bet with Diana. At this moment, they wore expressions of shock and disgust. "Goodness! Isn't that Lily from the music department? When did she start hanging out with Cartman?" "Even if you're desperate, you shouldn't stoop this low. What does she see in him?" "He's ugly, short, and has a terrible personality. Could it be that he's skilled in bed?" "Ugh, stop, I can't listen to this anymore. It's too disgusting..."

Feel the disgust of your laughter The disgust of hands touching my skin The revulsion of desire stamped in their eyes Disgusted to be Giulia De Angelis And the ardor burning in my chest like boiling water for the first time in my life I wanted to kill, the three men who mocked my pain, who spit in my face and spilled their liquids under my skin completely unable to thank me for not being invaded was clear in the soldier's face having reached its goal noticing my expression. The humiliation, disgust, and feeling of always knowing my skin has been bathed in them is like being submerged in a sewer. When she is finally released, she runs out of the house, not caring about her empty stomach, her

I repeated, my lips curling as disgust filled every inch of me. The image hit me again, vivid, sickening. The basement. His hands on her. The way he had looked at that woman he called his cousin. My stomach turned. “You disgust me,” I said, my voice low, steady, cutting deeper than any scream ever could. My nails dug into my palms, grounding me, stopping my hands from shaking. Sebastian opened his mouth, probably to defend himself, to twist things like he always did, but I was already walking past him, already done listening.

Every single detail, every purplish stamp on his skin, was recorded in razor-sharp quality. The Anatomy of Disgust "Disgusting," Madam Wijaya hissed, her voice vibrating with profound revulsion. She stepped forward, the heel of her high shoe stomping directly onto a photograph showcasing Ezra’s gasping face beneath her son's body. "Look at yourself. Do you even have a mirror in that dilapidated shack of yours? You are nothing more than a low-class whore selling your body to pay off your family's pathetic debts!" "Madam... I..." Ezra tried to find his voice, but it caught, sounding raspy and broken.