Disgust Synonym Novels & Stories

(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW) The word ‘disgusting’ whirls in my head as I enter the room and it stabs me with nausea. I'm despicable. The feelings I have for Vance are revolting and the fact that I let them develop makes me more despicable.

His hypocrite face was extremely disgusting. "You want to play a gentleman? You can't! And you'll never be. You're just an insufferable parasite cad." "Ava!!!" Her mother screamed, almost hysterical. "Such a vulgar choice of words! Please accept our apology, my Lord." Ava took a great satisfaction to see his face darkened. He was strucked by her words as much as she was. Roger managed to smile. "There's no need, you have done nothing wrong, my lady." He responded to Desiree, giving her a reassuring gaze.

Disgusting. Then I said it anyway. “She was fucking her brother. And her assistant. Caught her red-handed at their party.” The reaction was immediate. Roman’s face twisted in pure, unfiltered disgust, his entire expression tightening like he had just tasted something foul. “Jesus Christ.” The words came out low, almost like a hiss. “That is disgusting,” he continued, shaking his head slowly, like he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. “Sick on every level.” “I know,” I muttered, running a hand over the back of my neck. “Absolutely revolting.”

The touch sent a shiver through me, not of fear, but of disgust. Lucian’s wife’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind, and the realisation of what this man had possibly done filled me with a deep, nauseating disgust. I couldn’t even look at him without feeling sick. He had already taken everything from me—my freedom, my dignity—things I had begrudgingly endured. But discovering that he had used another man’s seed to impregnate me... It made my blood boil with a mixture of rage and shame. All I wanted was to either kill him or escape this nightmare, even if it meant losing my life. I instinctively scooted away from him, desperate to put some distance between us.

“How rude! You are even insulting the beasts! Some of the brassieres in this world are designed by men! Though I’m not a designer, but I still know how to measure a girl’s bust!” “No men would design a bra or measure bust if there aren’t any woman around! You just wanted to feel a girl’s body! You are just a horrible, disgusting, filthy pervert!” “Be careful with your words, lady! You have no idea how hard it is to keep in check on two girls who are in their puberty period!” “...Eww.” Such a despising stare. It’s just a simple ‘eww’. But why is it I felt so much disgust and loathsome in it?

Approachable. Then I went to my bathroom and started brainstorming. Disgust. What would make Zyran Theon react with visible disgust? It couldn't be anything dangerous. I wasn't trying to make him angry, not yet. That was task six. This was just disgust. Something gross. Something wrong. Something that would make any normal human being's face scrunch up in distaste. I looked at myself in the mirror, and despite everything, I smiled. This was probably the worst idea I'd ever agreed to.

I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling a wave of disgust. And Ryker... he's only making things worse. Since that night, he's become this shadow of a man I can't stand. He's more attentive, more possessive, and clingy. The sight of him makes my stomach churn, and bile rises in my throat. Every time he tries to touch me, a shiver of revulsion runs down my spine. I don't know how to deal with this, with him, or with myself after what I did. I feel so trapped and disgusted with myself. ~•~

It was extremely horrifying and disgusting! “Oh my god! This is really too disgusting!” “I was wrong! I should not have said that I wanted to see it. I underestimated the degree of disgust of this scene!” “It’s too disgusting, but I’m not afraid. I haven’t eaten yet. There’s nothing to throw up!” “I’ve seen the human body’s structural model in school before. I didn’t think it was that disgusting. I didn’t expect it to be so disgustingnow that I’ve seen it with my own eyes!”

I felt nauseous. It was the first time he’d come in my mouth. I fúcking hated the taste of his semen. It was strange, off-putting. Even the smell made me want to vomit. I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. My stomach churned, and before I could stop it, I bolted to the bathroom. Reaching the sink, I threw up everything I’d eaten earlier. The bitter taste in my mouth only made me feel worse.

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.