Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

The woman is scrunching her face in disgust while looking at me from head to toe. After getting done with her inspection, she throws her hand in the air and screeches like a banshee, “Oh- My- God! You are a fucking disaster! What the hell were you thinking? This is not a fucking- I don’t even know what you are aiming for? This is so not happening!” Hearing her insult breaks something in me. I don’t even know what comes over me but my face hardens as I bite back, “Who the hell do you think you are, huh? I don’t even know your fucking name and you have been insulting me since the moment we met.”

“What? Are you envious, or are you angry? “Jealous? Why should I feel envious of others? There is absolutely nothing that you should feel envious of regarding what I observed... But sure, I'm angry! Do you really believe that it would make me pleased to see you with a woman who was only wearing a wrap skirt?!" The word "frustration" came out of Chelsea's mouth.

I sneered in disgust, standing up from the bed as her jaw dropped in surprise. "Tell me why you are jealous of me. Are you scared I'll take whichever guy you crush on? Because I don't understand what you're jealous of. Your eyes gives you out. I can see jealousy and envy instead of the hate everyone has," I added, and her cheeks flushed red instantly.

Instead of enjoying my day off, here I am, mumbling to myself in my bedroom. No energy to go out. No desire to take a walk just for fun. Whatever I do, my mind stays chained to what’s happening. How can I enjoy anything when my heart is heavy with resentment?

Each gift Susan unveiled stoked the fires of envy burning inside her. Never in her wildest dreams did she think an unattractive, mute girl was actually the gem of the Madrigal family. A yearning crept over Eve. If only she could stand in Emily’s place and soak up all that affection. Jealousy flickered in her eyes, and she started plotting how to connect with Emily. Having offended Emily before, she needed a chance to set things right and do whatever it took to become friends with her. Applause rippled through the room, and Eve had no choice but to clap along, even if every beat of her hands betrayed her envy.

I use my fork to move the food around the plate, so I can create the illusion that I'm eating when I haven't had a single bite. I know it's bad. My mother always taught me to never play with food, it's disrespectful. I'm aware of all this, but whenever I'm surrounded by the Puglias, I lose my appetite. It isn’t my fault, it just happens. And it has been this way since I got here, and I don't think this feeling will ever pass. It’s the disgust that I have for Giotto, and while I hate him and wish him ill, I’ll never be able to sit at his table, and eat his food.

“F*ck, I detest you inside and out! My biggest regret is ever loving you, Elias Burnham! I could have loved literally anyone else in the world… and it would be a godforsaken improvement over loving you!” Jaundice and bitterness from the assault fired out of Mimi’s lips like venom. They seared Elias’ jealousy-scorched heart and reignited the flaming beast of envy, and once again it assumed control of his destructive rage. He sneered. His eyes were as dangerous as icicles. “You detest me, Mimi? Good. I’ll make you detest me even more thoroughly… now.”

I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling a wave of disgust. And Ryker... he's only making things worse. Since that night, he's become this shadow of a man I can't stand. He's more attentive, more possessive, and clingy. The sight of him makes my stomach churn, and bile rises in my throat. Every time he tries to touch me, a shiver of revulsion runs down my spine. I don't know how to deal with this, with him, or with myself after what I did. I feel so trapped and disgusted with myself. ~•~

I asked her, grinning which made her scorn. "You really think that I envy you?" she said, annoyed. "I don't and I won't. I don't care about your idols nor even care if they notice you." She smirked. "You're like a beggar eager for their attention. Why would I envy you?" I pursed my lips. I raised an eyebrow at what she said. "If you're not envious, then why are you so agitated? Don't tell me you're secretly fangirling them?" I shook my head. "Give up. You're not special like me so they won't notice a small fly like you."

Glaring down at me with the exact kind of thick, heavy disgust usually reserved for a leaky trash bag at the bottom of a dumpster. Well, yeah. Great. Fuck me too, I guess.