Disgust Characters Novels & Stories

Cami told her looking at her in disgust. “ Like this.” Kylie started chewing louder than before which was irritating Camille. Kylie's mouth was covered with Ice cream. “ You are so disgusting, well what should I expect for someone who is comfortable to announce to everybody that she is on her period.” Cami said with a shiver of disgust. “ A shame!” Kylie let out a tsk not wanting to say anything to her, she just focus her attention eating slowly not because of Cami just because she does not want to choke.

Their mouths twisted in a snarl, as though the very sight of me was an offense to their delicate sensibilities. Their gazes were like knives, slicing through my skin, dissecting every inch of my body. It was as if they were searching for something, some flaw that would justify their disgust. I could see the disgust in their eyes, the way they wrinkled their noses and turned away in disgust. Their reactions were a symphony of disgust and outrage, playing out before me with an unwelcome clarity.

He had a bushy beard and he had a larger physique compared to Disgustington. Gray’s face slightly twitched upon seeing his hair. “Did a band throw up on you, Mohawk?” she thought to herself. “I-I was just pissing!” said Disgustington, averting his eyes. “You, f*ckwit!” Mohawk slapped him with the back of his hand. “Can’t you control your own damn d*ck?!” “Ow,” groaned Disgustington and let out a heavy exhale as he glared on the floor. Then he looked at him. “They’re brats anyway. They can’t escape on their own,” he reasoned with seething anger.

I use my fork to move the food around the plate, so I can create the illusion that I'm eating when I haven't had a single bite. I know it's bad. My mother always taught me to never play with food, it's disrespectful. I'm aware of all this, but whenever I'm surrounded by the Puglias, I lose my appetite. It isn’t my fault, it just happens. And it has been this way since I got here, and I don't think this feeling will ever pass. It’s the disgust that I have for Giotto, and while I hate him and wish him ill, I’ll never be able to sit at his table, and eat his food.

But how about Cassius himself? His jet black her, tall nose, gray eyes, think lips, clenched jaw, and each particular hair of his skin, expressed intense disgust. Still, Cassius tried his best to maintain his expression as he stepped closer to Harriet. Heart pounded so hard. Just seeing the face of Finn and Sherly whom disgusted him so much, made him feel intense loathing. Now it is scarcely impossible to convey the extraordinary disgust which the the sigh of these people bred in him. “It’s been a long time since we last saw you, Cassius,” Finn said.

This man must be testing my patience seriously. “ Oh c'mon. What's with the pride? If it were someone else they would have done everything by this time, to impress me.” Partly biting his lower lip, he eats up my frame head to toe. Immediately I feel a dread of discomfort and disgust. Chills shivering up and down my spine. If only I can disappear this instance. He's so disgusting, a sick. And to even think he takes advantage of other people's desperation. “I'm here tolerating your nonsense. Isn't that impressive?” I sneer, not daring to hide my disgust towards him.

He disgusted me to my very core. “You know, you look exactly like Jayla right now in that dress,” he whispered, his eyes sliding down my figure with a disgusting, familiar hunger. “That vibrant red hair, your shape... I look at you right now and I see my Jayla, and it does something wicked to me...” He grinned, and I couldn't hide the pure irritation and hatred twisting my face. “You are so disgusting. You are completely shameless,” I uttered, staring him down without a single ounce of fear.

She took a tiny bite, chewed for two seconds, and then her face contorted in a mask of pure, performative disgust. “Ugh! Fuck!” she gagged. The word sliced through the silence like a blade. She grabbed a paper towel and spat the half-chewed food into it with a wet, heavy thud. “This is disgusting. It tastes like actual shit.” “Language, girl,” Greg muttered. He didn't look up. His tone lacked any real bite, more of a tired reflex than a true reprimand.

“Dagmara plans for me to be dead before they get back. There is no point in me eating.” “Have faith in them, husfreya.” The door closes and metal grates against metal as the lock clicks into place. I am in the cold dark again. Slowly the scent of the stew fills the cellar. Under the tempting aroma of the stew is a new scent that was not there before. In the hours that I had been here, I had not seen or heard any sign of a mouse. The sudden scent of mouse urine could mean only one thing. Someone had put hemlock in the soup.

I greeted my husband with a bright smile the moment he stepped through the door. "I'm pregnant," I announced, my voice brimming with excitement. But his reaction made my smile falter. "How would you even know?" he asked, his tone cold and distant. The question stunned me. He’s my husband. Who else could it be? "Because you’re my husband… after all, right?" He smirked, his eyes filled with contempt, as if I were something filthy beneath his shoes.