Disgust Synonym Novels & Stories

The satisfaction radiating from his face spoke volumes, a chilling testament to the sadistic joy he found in tormenting me, reveling in the enigmatic depths of my emotionless stare. “What do you think? So you like it?” His voice cut through the silence as he posed the question that hung in the air. The corners of his lips curled into that all-too-familiar smile, the very sight of which had become a bitter reminder of my growing animosity towards him. With a deep breath, I summoned the courage to respond, my voice laced with a potent cocktail of disgust and contempt, "Disgusting." The word rolled off my tongue, carrying with it the weight of my revulsion, as my eyes narrowed into a piercing g

I blurted out in one goal. He snickered, “One thing I despise most is blurting out words you don't mean out of anger…” he paused and my stomach tied up a knot. “And I will make you eat your vomit,” he snarked and my mouth went agape. “God forbid! I rebuke that. Who on earth eats their vomit?” I scrunched my face up, imagining the moment in my head. 'Yuck! The thoughts alone makes me wanna puke,’

I have moved on from shame and guilt to anger, repulse and disgust. “Ready?” Kane asks unenthusiastically, looking at me. “Never,” I shake my head, but start walking towards the tree. The manure is wet and absolutely fucking disgusting, and my nose wrinkles involuntarily. But I take my own advice, suck it up and dig into the bag. “Oh, Goddess,” Kane dry heaves. “I’m going to be sick.” “Breath through your mouth,” I say, but I am struggling to keep my dinner down.

i burst out laughing. It sounded unhinged Austin cracked a small smile. “Okay. So maybe a little?” “I was not jealous,” I said, pointing a threatening finger at him. “I was simply disgusted. A completely different emotion.” His smile widened. That stupid soft smile that always made my brain malfunction. “Right,” he said gently. “Disgusted.” We stood there in silence. He shifted nervously. “Are we okay?” I looked away then back at him. Then away again because looking at him for too long was dangerous.

Honestly, I’d trade it for a week of root canals cleaning without anesthesia. Because here’s the thing – when you loathe someone’s guts so deeply they might as well be a worm writhing in sewage, it is so unfair that your body still salivates every time that same worm sits next to you, breathing, existing. I refused to even look at his face anymore. The few times I did, my brain went into statue mode – completely frozen, hypnotized, as if observing some god-like, sculpted marvel was my only purpose in life. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

“Why is your voice so weird? Do you have constipation?” Freya felt increasingly disgusted as she thought about it. “Who allowed you to defecate in my private bathroom? It stinks.”

- Xiuuuuuuuu… I screamed so hard, taking the air out of my lungs, looking at the chandelier, understanding that a sinner's prayer would not be accepted. I heard their laughter and I nursed a hard, hot, heavy feeling gripping my soul like the only way to keep myself sane, I don't force myself to pass out nor do I have the strength to throw up just to feel. Feel the disgust of your laughter The disgust of hands touching my skin The revulsion of desire stamped in their eyes Disgusted to be Giulia De Angelis

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?

he asked, shocked. “I decided to take a bath,” I said coldly. “With your clothes on?” he asked in disbelief. “Yes,” I replied, my voice sharp. “To wash away every touch from you.” His face fell instantly. “What? Do you really hate me that much?” “It’s not hatred,” I said. “It’s disgust.” “Disgust?” he repeated softly, his voice breaking. “You’re disgusted by me?” “Maybe,” I said quietly, looking away. “I asked you to stop.”

We were no match against an alpha; not anymore… Before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees, leaning over the fresh pile of shit. My entire being shivering in anger and disgust. The stench of ammonia, earth and digested grass filled my nostrils, making me gag. This only caused my so-called cousins to laugh in delight. Damn it!