Novel & Cerita Disgust Characters

She looked at us with disgust. “Has your shop’s standards got lower? How are you just letting anyone enter here, especially poor and filthy Omegas like them. Argh, they stink!” she slurred. I was genuinely surprised with the attitude that she showed. She had a pretty face, and you’d think that she has a lovely character, but it’s obviously the opposite. “Don't you smell their poverty-stricken scent?! Kick them out of this shop right now or I will leave and never come back here again!” she demanded.

Gregory released a long string of expletives, “You keep talking about care, while you had always been a robot, you came, did what you were asked, and left, you had no thought of your own, it was just fresh clay until you had a script to mould you, there was nothing to care about. And it turns out you had character, you were a real person, a real disgusting person.” He spat out the words disgusting and I felt it slam into my chest. “What?” The word comes out of me as a breathless whisper, his words swam around inside my head.

She had a habit of getting involved in issues that didn't concern her. " Don't come close, or I'll deform that unimpressive face, you little fox, you little b ... You know what, I won't waste my time on you. And as for your mate, I don't care who tf he is," Luis looked at her with disgust, and Charlotte gasped at the insult. I was stunned to speak a word. Did they know each other? " Luis, we are not-" Jace started, but he raised his hand towards him.

"Maya, can I talk to you alone for a moment?" Tom asked suddenly.... I choked on my drink as I asked "Me?" "Unless there is someone else called Maya"....he replied teasingly. I wonder how he clicks with Mark because they are totally opposite in character. He is very good looking like a cover page model but very smart, gentle and kind. He is a younger version of Sir Max and at the juncture, he made me miss Sir Max so much.

Fred noticed this and tried to change the topic. "So Ruth, why don't you tell us about yourself. What do you do? Your hobbies and stuff?" "I'm 23. I'm a college graduate and I'm still yet to find a job even though I'm looking to find one" "What did you study in college?" Fred asked, raising the spoon to his mouth. "Cyber security operations" Ruth responded. "Hmm, that's great," Fred said. "Fred, why don't you let the little girl enjoy her meal in peace. No talks at the dining" Marie scolded

“That’s the thing, isn’t it? I rather change beds and a million partners than to look at your abhorrent face for a second. You f*cking disgust me, Elias!” His lividity reached a fever pitch. He was laughing scornfully with a dangerous edge to his mirthless guffaw. “You’re a joke. Me, disgusted a loose, swinging sl*t like you? You don’t have the high ground to criticize me, filthy hoe! You love letting different men hump you? Great! It’s my turn now! I bet you’ll feel even more things if it’s my face that you see doing it to you!”

The words hit like a slap. Heat coiled in my stomach. Not from shame. Not from embarrassment. From something much, much worse. The mere suggestion that I had sucked my professor to get a spot sent my mind spiraling into places it should not go. Beneath the surface. More happening. More. I felt my core tighten, warmth pulsing through me like a slow, traitorous burn. Oh, God. I clenched my fists beneath the table. Why now? Why here? I forced myself to keep my expression neutral. But then, I made the mistake of looking at Earl and everything soured. Because there, on his face, was something unmistakable. Disgust. Not anger. Not irritation. Just cold, detached disgust.

My gaze lingered upon her unkempt form, the unpleasant odour emanating from beneath her armpits invading my senses. The very sight of her filled me with revulsion, a physical manifestation of the emotional contamination that had poisoned our interactions. Dacy's features contorted with a mix of disbelief and annoyance as my words echoed in the room. She struggled to comprehend my intentions, her mind clouded by her own insecurities and manipulative tactics. "What? Are you sending me out of the room because of her?" she spat out, her voice dripping with disdain, her eyes flashing with a toxic blend of repugnance and irritation.

Victor’s expression twisted with fury. I wiped my mouth again and looked up at him, my face twisted in disgust, “You are disgusting. So disgusting, whoever did this to you hates you so much. I can't even imagine the process of this being done, ugh… My belly is literally being turned inside out. I can't stomach this.” I complained, turning around to vomit again. His eye twitched. His lips curled back in a snarl, “You insolent little…” He lifted a hand, motioning for someone.

His eyes, attitude and voice screams disgust. Did Theresa not know? “You- you don’t?” “Who does?” he shrugs. “Wait. You do?” I stare back, utterly speechless. “You eat grass cutters with that mouth?” he points. My hand immediately flies to my lips. I don’t see anything wrong with grass cutters, or eating them. “So now what? I’m supposed to kiss that mouth you use in eating rats?” A chuckle accompanies this. A laugh that don’t get to his eyes, as those still hold disgust in them.