Disgust Characters Novels & Stories

But the way Tova looked at her with so much revulsion, it was not difficult to guess that he loathed witches. “Get the fuck out of here!” he yelled at her, neck muscles straining. There was tightness in her chest and her heart pounded like waves against cliffs. Where the hell would she go in the dark of the night? She had come so far from her home. Tears stung her eyes as she struggled to fathom his disgust and understand what occurred in a span of five minutes. But the insult was too much to bear. After what happened between them, the man just took a U-turn. How could he behave like that with her? Her tears rolled out.

I don’t want no man taking advantage of my drunken state. I’ll probably sober up after this, and leave. “Excuse me, Miss, do I know you?” I quickly turned my head to see a guy standing near me. My brows furrowed before looking away. “Uh, no. You’re probably mistaking me for someone else,” I tell him. “My bad. Anyway, I’m Isaac. What’s your name—?” “I’m sorry, I’m not interested,” I immediately cut him off. He doesn’t look bad. In fact, he looks like he can pass off as one of the boys next door. Curly brown hair, chinky eyes, perfect nose and a perfect set of teeth.

His toothy smile at her and his revolting touch, his annoying laughter, the slow way he spoke to her, his eyes that screamed out the things he wanted to do to her, all that were enough to get her up, throw him the most disgusted look she'd ever directed at anyone, then walked out amidst Aakhil screaming out her name. She hated people like him who didn't give themselves respect and didn't give to others. Stares from some type of men made her uncomfortable and revolted, there was something about those kind of lingering looks that caused her goosebumps, she wanted to cause them pains for even looking at her like that... It was hard to explain but she hated it. The only thing worse than stares f

Such a clinchè plot but at the same time unique because of their personalities. I couldn't tell if it was the character who was sick in the head or the author, given how much the author loved to make psychopath and schemer characters then she would just discard those cannon fodders and treated them as those someone who could make the protagonist step on to make them stronger every day. “Thanks for your concern, I appreciate it. It would happen next time.” I said with a smile as I started digging into the dishes that were served in front of me. Angus sighed and let out a small smile. “There won't be next time.”

"Don't touch me. You disgust me." Even as we looked at each other in silence now, I could smell William's favorite cologne on her. Feeling both physically and emotionally repulsed, I pushed her aside and dashed into the bathroom to puke my guts out. When I came back out, Marissa was standing right outside the bathroom door. She sneered at me. "Do I disgust you that much, Kyle?" I dried my mouth and stared coldly at her. "That's right. You disgust me more than anything else in this world."

“So I thought maybe you wouldn’t be able to forget the kiss I gave you last night either.” I glared at him, my chest tightening with disgust. “If you ask me,” I said coldly, forcing each word out between clenched teeth. "What I feel when I remember that kiss isn’t anything close to fondness. It’s disgust, Dax. Pure, crawling disgust.” He suddenly narrowed his eyes. "I don’t understand you anymore, human,” he hissed. “You’ve gotten bolder. Is it because you’ve gotten prettier? Is that it?”

When I look at his sculpted face, it is rage but something deeper. “You disgust me.” “Your scent disgusts me. Your face disgusts me! You damn whore!” He yells, his word is laced with venom and this disgust that he speaks of reaches his eyes. “Whore?” I repeat. My lips are quivering, trying to understand what the extent of my crime is that would perpetuate such an insult.

“Notorious, maybe. But headlines exaggerate. I’m much more charming in person.” She didn’t look up. “Charming isn’t the word I’d use,never at least not for someone like you.” I tilted my head, closing the space between us until I could smell the citrus from the lemons she was slicing. “Then what word would you use?” Finally, she met my gaze. And in those eyes, I saw it: disgust. Not veiled, not polite. Open. Unfiltered. “Disgusting,so much that it alters me alot a whole lot I can tell you.” she said flatly.

“Snow, don’t yell at Jared! He must’ve a lot to deal with at work. It’s okay to sometimes overlook things at home.” He coughed again. Snow quickly helped him sit up and patted his back. She said with a sigh, “You need rest. Stop worrying so much!” What were they doing? They had entered my home and walked into my room. On top of that, they were acting like this right in front of me! A wave of disgust rose in my chest. I looked at the still-coughing Yulan and asked Snow, “What exactly are you trying to do?”

I spat,a mocking smile on my face. “Since you think that I am disgusting, Why are you insisting on being with me? Could it be that you are twisted in the head and prefer disgusting men?" I didn't bother mincing my words. Since I am disgusting, she might as well fuck off . Why stick on me like a disgusting tick?