Disgust Synonym Novels & Stories

Jeffrey squeezed his face in disgust as he backed away from the desk. “Ewww”

Disgust. Pity. Anger. Each of them hits me like a physical blow, making me jump to my feet and run.

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.

“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.”

I said through clenched teeth, trying to keep it professional. "Good girl." His words were like daggers, and I could barely suppress the disgust that surged within me. His unwashed body, the alcohol, and the stench of sweat mixed together in a nauseating cocktail. I had to look away to keep from gagging, and I quickly turned to face the rest of the room.

He still remembered the way her lips curled in disgust, the hesitation in her touch when she last held his hand. "I can't be with someone like you," she had said, her voice laced with cruel finality. "You're not the same anymore. You're... disgusting now." Disgusting. That word had followed him ever since. Now, with nowhere left to go, Adrian wandered aimlessly, barely aware of the weight of his own body. His fever had worsened, blurring the edges of his vision. His limbs ached, hunger clawed at his stomach, and each step felt heavier than the last.

Stephen muttered, his tone mocking as he chuckled softly, even going as far as licking his lips. “You're disgusting. You're the most disgusting human I've ever met. You fucking fag. Do not ever come near me again. Jesus, what in the fucking world?” I spat in disgust, wiping my lips again and again but it didn't get rid of the disgusting feeling on my lips.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

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.

Just imagining this made Sylvia sick. Never mind Sylvia. Thiery, who is just a man, is disgusted to even imagine. Even fish that are still alive and fresh give off a fishy and unpleasant odor, especially if the innards of the fish have been removed. Of course everything has been processed and gives rise to an increasingly rotten smell, and lots of flies swarming the fish. This is truly an insult made by Nicko.