Disgust Synonyms

AN EROTIC ROMANCE NOVEL. READ RESPONSIBLY. CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. Grayson Andrade had it all—power, looks, and women at his feet. But everything came crashing down when his fiancée betrayed him. The pain, the anger, and the disgust twisted something deep inside him. And ever since that day… his body refused to respond. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t get hard. For a man like Grayson, it was more than just frustrating—it was humiliating. He tried doctors, pills, therapy—everything. Nothing worked. Until Olivia. She was just a maid in his late father’s estate. Quiet, unassuming, and definitely not his type. But the first time he laid eyes on her, something in him stirred—and for the first time in years, he stirred too. Hard. Unrelentingly hard. Now, Grayson is desperate. He’s convinced Olivia is the key to fixing him. And he’ll do whatever it takes to make her say yes… because only she has the power to bring his manhood back to life.

Lois Marrok was never meant to live. Her stepmother and stepsister stole everything from her with a forbidden wolf-brothering ritual—her wolf, her mate, her destiny. They branded her a sinner, and her mate; the man who should have protected her cast her aside in disgust… Not recognizing their mate bond. Alpha King Karl, cursed and ruthless, made her his slave. Wolf-less, degraded, and unwanted, Lois became the object of his hate, his punishment, his pleasure. Until the torment became unbearable and she ran—swearing never to bow again. But fate was crueler than Karl’s hands. Lois carried with her the one secret that could shatter him—the heirs he believed he would never have. Six unborn children, the throne’s salvation, hidden in the womb of the woman he despises. Now Karl will hunt her. Not for love. Not for forgiveness. But to reclaim what is his—his heirs, his legacy, his power. And Lois will fight him. With her body, her blood, and the fire of a woman who has nothing left to lose.

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.

She was being chased, scared... trembling as she ran unknowingly into a strange man.. She has always been hated and treated unfairly by everyone.. She was something that disgust everyone, until she realized it could be the end of her.... He is dominant and he is greatly feared. Just his presence could make you pee on your pants, and a cold glance flickered at you, puts you down to your knee praying for the ground to open up. Daisie couldn't be sure of considering herself lucky or not for being saved by the man with the most intimidating presence she has ever felt. And it turned out he was her mate. Grey is the Alpha of Moonpeak pack. He is known as a killer of rogues and according to his past, killing is now like a profession to him. He needed his mate to free him from the burden in his life. Daisie found out there was more mystery to this than the ones perceived. Now that Grey has found Daisie do you think they would be happy? What if threats arises and come between them? Note: In this story, we have a special werewolf rank called 'Sigma'. The Sigma are the physically weak and about 10% of the population.

"If I were you, I would *kill myself in shame." "The traitor's bloodline, of course, is afraid to die." Lora, the Full-moon pack's default slave, who can be aboveboard enslaved her, has suffered from childhood. She always thought that one day she would leave the pack and start a new life. She accidentally saved a witch and got the ability to read people's mind. After that, she just felt the werewolves' disgust and hatred for her. Unexpectedly, her mate was Harvey, the Full-moon pack's Alpha's son, the future Alpha. Fortunately, she used her mind-reading ability to feel Harvey's love, so she thought he was her light. But when she fell in love with Harvey, she realized it's all a lie and he was fooling with her. They rejected each other and Lora left the Full-moon pack. 2 years later, she returned again with a different dignified identity. This time, she wanted to return an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. However, she found herself in a mate relationship with Harvey again! "Why? " "Why did the Moon Goddess want that bastard to be my mate?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.