Disgust Synonym

In the fifth month of my pregnancy, my husband brought back his first love, who was eight months pregnant and causing a stir about getting a divorce. I politely told him that pregnant women would influence each other, which wasn’t good for the child. Alex, however, smashed a water glass and said in disgust, "Sarah is depressed because of the divorce, and the only one she can rely on is me! Do you want her to die?" I felt nauseous and vomited, unable to sleep through the night, and my health worsened with each passing day. To make her happy, he filled the house with lilies. But he had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies and locked me in the room, saying, "Let’s see if you can get an allergic reaction if you can’t smell the lilies." I bled continuously, desperately calling him for help for both myself and the child, but he simply said that I was still early in the pregnancy and there wouldn’t be any problems. When the fetal movements stopped, I had completely given up. It was at that moment that he frantically pushed open the door.

Because my father's childhood sweetheart's daughter was accidentally burned, my father was angry and locked me in the fire house where werewolf criminals were punished. The Beta of the pack, my father, looked at me with disgust written all over his face: "I don't have such a cruel daughter. You'll stay here and reflect on what you've done." I begged loudly for mercy, admitted my mistake, pleading for him to let me out. All I got in return was his merciless command. "Unless she's dead, no one is to release her." The fire house stood isolated at the edge of the territory. No matter how much I screamed for help, no one could hear me. He assigned the housekeeper to set the room to spray fire every 2 hours. The burns were excruciating, my werewolf healing barely keeping me alive between sessions. Ten days later, he finally remembered he had a daughter and decided to let me out. But what he didn't know was that I had already died in that fire house, never to wake again.

Stanley Hamilton and I were basically Southport's favorite hate-watch couple. For Elodie—my oh-so-perfect adopted sister—he wrecked my company and had my parents thrown in prison. I, in turn, drove Elodie to her death, making him watch as she jumped off a rooftop. Our forced marriage? Just a slow ride from mutual disgust straight into mutual destruction. Then came the car explosion. Stanley, who'd hated me forever, still used his last breath to shove me out of the blast. "Vivienne Weston, one lifetime tangled with you is enough. If there's a next one, let's never meet." He touched the tattoo of Elodie's name on his neck, smiling faintly as the flames took him. After he died, I wandered through life half-dead myself until illness finished the job. When I woke up in the past, staring at two betrothal contracts, I didn't hesitate—I picked the guy everyone swore was insane. Stanley and my dad? I handed them right back to Elodie. This time, I wanted no meetings, no memories, no strings. Ever again.

The day Yancy Shepherd died, Benedict Page poisoned our dinner. His eyes were wild, and bloodshot, as he watched me writhe in agony. There was a madness in his gaze, but worse was the hatred, a disgust so deep it twisted his face into something unrecognizable. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, Yancy wouldn’t have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It’s all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand and landed at my feet—Yancy at twenty, looking radiant, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. I collapsed to the ground, my strength fading fast like a rose withering in the final grasp of winter. Helpless, I waited for the darkness to claim me, consumed by despair and bitter regret. Why hadn’t I listened to the system and killed him when I had the chance? But when I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I stood watching Benedict flee our engagement ceremony. My brother moved to chase after him, but I quietly raised a hand, stopping him. This time, things would be different.

Being blinded by the intensity of the shadow, Eerah Age Ferit agrees to being a cover up for an accident that happened between two rival families. Without asking much, she nods her head and signed the marriage contract. Innocent, naive, and nothing but a disappointment to her family, she accepted her destiny to be the stranger's wife. However, Atlas Omergin never leave the spotlight. He is not a shadow. He is the light. Learning about how beautiful exploration is has made his life colorful. Playboy, ruthless, and a black sheep to his family, he declined the contract at first. But after he found out a fact about the family, he did not think twice and signed the contract. When the two meets for the first time, both felt heat... in different perspective. Ones heat is for madness. And the other one feels heat from a broken piece of a woman. As their life begins from being a mistake, will Atlas opens his heart to a person he doesn't know? Or will he close it before it opens... because for him, she doesn't matter at all. Even her mere presence disgust him. For Eerah, is this marriage worth her life? Is being married to the ruthless Vice Mayor's son worth fighting for?

“I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna.” He spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret. “And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection.” The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn’t say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt flashing through his eyes. ___________ Enslaved and mistreated by the Alpha’s Family who took her in when she was ten and a surviving rogue. Myra’s world was trudged early into a dark world filled with miseries and monsters in form of werewolves. That was until she turned eighteen and was mated to the pack’s new Alpha, who rejected her at the sniff of her mystical scent. She was instantly blessed with a second chance mate that turned out to be the most feared man in the wolf-verse who took an interest the moment his eyes laid on her. However, his interest held secrets. And her first mate wanted back the gem he once threw away. It is now left to Myra to navigate her new world of rejection, betrayal, love, and fate. *Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen*

"You can't reject me!" She pleaded with tears glistening her eyes, while he stands there indifferent. Hatred evident in his grey orbs. "Please!" He moves closer to her , entrapping her body between the wall and his big frame. Looking at her from top to bottom in disgust, he seethes at her. "You should have thought about it before sleeping with the bast***" "You should have thought about it before betraying me mate." ............ She was a havoc created by nature, found wrapped in a blanked at the side of a river. Bullied and shunned by the werewolf society. She was a mere rogue who was surviving. Untill he came , hating her. Cursing her and playing with her like a prey. Doing everything to break her like her betrayal has broken her. If only he knew she has not surrendered her virtue by choice, if only he knew she was an innocent. If only he knew he could never break her for she was not a weak pathetic rogue. She was the girl born with the power to summon the strongest known wolf in the world. She was the very soul referred to in the werewolf books of philosophy. She was none other than the summoner. The summoner of the death wolf.

EXTRA! ETRA! The notorious Black Widow has struck again! No less than hotshot, playboy, billionaire, Damian Aidan McLaren as her latest prey.” Twenty-two-year-old Samantha Kingsley-Cameron withdrew from society and lived in solitary when her husband passed away. Scorned by the lot due to marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather, Sam decided to live the rest of her life in peace. Or so she had hoped until she received a meeting invitation from the famous shopping mall King. When Damian finally got to meet Samantha, he became instantly drawn to her despite the contempt and disgust he had for her. He will make sure that the enigmatic woman will be the one falling into his web especially when she unconsciously showed her strength. Sparks fly as two complete opposites butted heads. Damian vowed to conquer the woman and he doesn’t give a damn if he will be seducing Sam to his bed and make her fall in love with him to get what he wants. However, he wasn’t prepared discovering Samantha’s long and deepest secret. And, what happens when Samantha gets to unearth his own secrets as well?

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.

"Do you want to get fu¢ked too?" he continued, his green eyes boring into mine as he bit his lips. "Do you want to swallow my ¢øck like that?"My nipples tightened painfully, and I hated the sweet, strange feeling spreading through my body. What was wrong with me?But then his expression changed, becoming cruel and cold."Your type belongs in the zoo," he said with a disgusted laugh. "With the big mighty elephants, waiting for your fat thighs and fat pussy."I choked on my own saliva, the words hitting me like physical blows. Axel had never talked to me that way before. Why was my body still reacting to him? Sera lived a life of humiliation due to her physical body size in Summer West Academy, she suffered and lived through the trauma just because the society didn't see her as a normal human. She hid her wolf and identity trying to blend in and lay low until the day the moon Goddess decided to pair her with Four dangerous Biker Alphas in the school. What started as hatred and disgust turned into something extremely Feral when she decided to take her revenge on them.