Disgust Synonym Novels & Stories

The anger and frustration welled up inside me, threatening to burst forth like an erupting volcano. "I can't believe she did this to me!" I muttered through gritted teeth, the irritation gnawing at me from within. Doubts plagued my mind, questioning whether it was just saliva or something even worse. The mere thought made my stomach churn, and I fought back the urge to vomit right there in the bathtub. The disgust I felt towards her was overwhelming, and I wished nothing more than to erase her presence from my life.

Shock made my eyes widen while my heart broke into a million pieces because I could not understand how cruel he could be. The eyes of someone I believed I understood revealed a monstrous gaze back at me. His spoken words turned into haunting echoes that stayed with me for the rest of my life. His eyes displayed disgust and his voice carried disdain as he declared he would not marry a woman who is a slut. The term "slut" violently struck my thoughts as a word that caused profound emotional suffering.

He sighed traumatically at her and changed his face to fury, raising his brows at her in a disgusted way while mentioning, "You are a disgusted, drunk girl." As he exploded in anger, he split a tantrum without even considering her face that slowly soaking in torment. "I don't even like your smell. It's kind of something awful, get away from my life. Really, I don't want to see this ugly face of yours again in my life. Your body, it hasn't even had a fictional shape, you are just disgusted to have sex with," With his every hatred mentioned, and the way he expresses his disgust, which indirectly tells her that he must do that without feelings, tears already running down to the floor and she sn

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.

"You stink and your mouth smells. Don't you bathe and brush at all? Your dress is so dirty. Like you should be left among dirt cause you're one of them if not more. You just disgust me. Pig!" "Stop! You're hurting me. I was only looking for help on how to locate my way back when I suddenly saw you. I was merely surprised to see you and for the fact you are cute." "At least I'm cute but you're so ugly and I doubt any male will wanna have anything to do with you cause you got no manners. I'm tired of inhaling your foul scent. Get lost! And I don't ever wanna see you again. I despise females like you. You're so wretched for my liking."

Jax wasn’t able to identify the emotion rising in his chest right away, but he knew it didn’t feel good. As he stared down at her heavily-made-up face, he was able to give a name to the feeling: disgust. Not for Raylene – because despite being amazingly hot, she gave off an air of desperation that he’d never noticed before, and that made him feel a bit sorry for her. No, the disgust was all for himself. Fuck me. This is all I’ve ever been good for, huh? Banging a chick in my office, having her suck my dick. I’m a fucking mess.

"Like somebody was actually going to help him." The table exploded with laughter. One boy wiped tears from his eyes. "That was pathetic." "Nobody was going to help him." "Nobody ever does." The first boy shrugged… "Why would they?" His voice dripped with contempt. "Nobody wants to be associated with trash." Another nod… Another laugh… Then one of them leaned back in his chair. "Think he'll come back?" A brief silence followed. Then… "He better not." The words came out sharp, not angry... Rather more disgusted. The very kind of disgust someone reserved for something they considered beneath them.

Maverick stated as if that was the most obvious answer. "And since when did looking pissed equate to being jealous? Like did it even occur to you that there might be other reasons why I was looking pissed? Or did you even think that maybe I wasn't looking pissed, but more like, I was looking disgusted? Because that's exactly how I felt at that moment. Yes, that's the right word. I was disgusted. I was disgusted to see you flirting with my landlady. And to make it clear and for you to not make any atrocious conclusion again, I wasn't feeling disgusted because I was jealous. I was feeling disgusted because you and Lala were acting so cringe it almost made me wanna run away."

The moment it hit my tongue, I understood regret on a spiritual level. "—really foul," Tabitha finished, wincing. My eyes flew open, my throat seizing. The taste hit me like someone had liquified a corpse, added burnt garlic, a dead battery, and the sweat of a thousand nervous men, then set the entire concoction on fire just to be disrespectful. My face twisted, my eyes watered, and I let out a choke that sounded nothing short of undignified. "What the hell was that?" I spat, slamming the empty cup down so hard it clattered. "Good Goddess...did you brew this in a toilet?"

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.