Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

The pissed-off feeling is still coiled deep in my gut when something causes me to stop dead in my tracks. This feeling, it’s similar to how I felt when I used to see Xenia with her boyfriends and wished I could be that happy. I never wanted to call it what it was, but I always knew deep down that I was jealous of her and her carefree personality. Jealousy. Am I feeling jealous because I can hear Priest fucking that Fae woman? Am I…jealous of her? No, fuck that. It’s disgust; it has to be disgust because there’s no way…no fucking way I could feel like this, right?

Self-loathing curled up in my gut; my stomach twisted, ready to throw out my breakfast. My gaze dragged back to the still-playing video. I watched myself: sluggish, madly, and drunkenly stalking him, sneaking into his room. That did the trick. My breakfast came skyrocketing through my throat, and I clamped my mouth shut, bolting out of the car and finding the nearest flower pot as I emptied my stomach. This was more than hate, it was first-class world disgust. Of all the men in the world, heck! I would have been happier with a plumber than an egotistic bastard like him.

She didn't think she could endure another hour of polite and mundane conversation, pretending to be enthusiastic with the topic while her mind was in total chaos. This vacation had turned out to be a real disaster, her whole situation was distressing and there was nothing she wanted more than to leave this place, and put anything that happened here behind her. She spent every hour counting down the days until she could go home and return to her peaceful life, away from the haughty, insufferable men of aristocracy who thought they could buy anything in this world with their money and power.

Ruth cried. Ava chuckled slightly "I don't doubt that. You look so hot" Ruth nodded "well I agree with you on that. It does look pretty on me." Ava flipped her hair dramatically "thank me later baby" "Your point is made, but still, it's an office not a party." Ruth said heading to the bathroom to wash off the makeup. "Okay let's just fix something light for ya" Ava screamed after her. "Noppp" Ruth said, emphasizing on the 'p'.

The words hit like a slap. Heat coiled in my stomach. Not from shame. Not from embarrassment. From something much, much worse. The mere suggestion that I had sucked my professor to get a spot sent my mind spiraling into places it should not go. Beneath the surface. More happening. More. I felt my core tighten, warmth pulsing through me like a slow, traitorous burn. Oh, God. I clenched my fists beneath the table. Why now? Why here? I forced myself to keep my expression neutral. But then, I made the mistake of looking at Earl and everything soured. Because there, on his face, was something unmistakable. Disgust. Not anger. Not irritation. Just cold, detached disgust.

lonely. "Your kitchen is rather big because nothing seems to be taking up the spaces, I observed." "Yeah I don't cook." Vada replied briefly. "Wow... that means you order alot." "Yep." Vada answered as she stood up and started pacing, hugging herself, she was getting uncomfortable sharing the same space with Liam, she couldn't place her feelings because a part of her also didn't want him to leave, she shamelessly enjoys his strong deep silky voice that was unbelievably deeper and more truncating than that of Jeff Harold, there was something about him...could it be that...nope snap out of it Vada.

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.

Despite my attempts to push the memory aside, it lingered in my mind, overshadowing the festivities of the night. As soon as the thought of getting intimate with Aldo crossed my mind, I felt a strong urge to throw up. The mere idea of being physically close to that man made me shiver with disgust. He embodied everything that I detested; his old-fashioned values, male chauvinism, and his belief in the inferiority of women repulsed me to my core. I couldn't fathom being intimate with someone so despicable.

The look on her face was one of pure disgust and hatred. "Don't touch me, you fucking disgust me. You make me sick. I wish I never met you"

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