Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

I nodded in affirmation. “Now, leave my presence!” I returned back in shame. I felt very disgusted, so I scrubbed myself raw in the bath. I scrubed my skin until it turned red, but the filth clung to me, thicker than dirt, heavier than blood. The feeling of disgust transcended the physical. It was imprinted deep within me, out of the reach of soap and water. I pressed my palms to my face and sobbed silently, for if I let the sound escape, I feared it would never stop.

I couldn’t bear to watch them anymore, to feel the pang of annoyance that tightened its grip around my heart with each shared smile, each affectionate glance. I excused myself to the restroom, desperate to escape the torment of their joy. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger to me, my eyes swollen, my face pallid. The bitter taste of envy lingered on my tongue, a constant reminder of my own inadequacy. Standing there, my hands trembling, I was struck by a thought. If they were so happy, so deeply in love, would they even notice if something happened to disrupt their idyllic bubble? Would they even care?

hоnеуmооn. I was dіѕguѕtеd wіth mуѕеlf for mу bеhаvіоr. Whаt made іt wоrѕе was thаt I соuldn't deny how muсh I hаd trulу еnjоуеd my tіmе wіth Frаnkіе. I trіеd lаtсhіng оntо thаt feeling. I tоld mуѕеlf that Frаnkіе and I rеаllу hаd made a соnnесtіоn, even іf оur асtіоnѕ had been a lіttlе реrvеrѕе. Mауbе a truе rеlаtіоnѕhір соuld develop with Frаnkіе, Tаnуа. Hоwеvеr, none оf my rаtіоnаlіzаtіоnѕ соuld help wash аwау thе feeling of fіlth іnѕіdе оf mе.

Every single detail, every purplish stamp on his skin, was recorded in razor-sharp quality. The Anatomy of Disgust "Disgusting," Madam Wijaya hissed, her voice vibrating with profound revulsion. She stepped forward, the heel of her high shoe stomping directly onto a photograph showcasing Ezra’s gasping face beneath her son's body. "Look at yourself. Do you even have a mirror in that dilapidated shack of yours? You are nothing more than a low-class whore selling your body to pay off your family's pathetic debts!" "Madam... I..." Ezra tried to find his voice, but it caught, sounding raspy and broken.

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.

She felt an absolute, skin-crawling disgust at the sheer vulgarity of the proposition. With a fierce, violent motion, Lane ripped her hand away from Maris's grasp, wiping her palm against her skirt as if she had just touched rotting meat. "Who in their right mind would ever want to have a disgusting threesome with the two of you?" Lane spat, her voice dripping with pure loathing. She glared at the tracker she-wolf. "If you truly possessed an ounce of dignity or cared about honor, you would have told Ethan to break his fated mate bond with me the moment you opened your legs for him. But you didn't."

"What's bothering you, my dear friend?" Vivian asked, her voice laced with genuine concern, her eyes searching Emma's face for any sign of distress. Emma's lips twisted into a knowing smirk, her gaze momentarily flickering to the sparkling ring on Vivian's finger. A wave of resentment surged within her as she watched the diamond catch the light, mocking her. How could Vivian be so blissfully unaware? How could she, of all people, be the one to wear that ring, to have his love, when Emma was the one who deserved it? The envy gnawed at her, but today, Emma had made a vow: she would destroy everything.

"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.

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.

Mara said empathically. "Okay, okay. Chill! Anyway, you told me it was cringey? Oh, believe me my dear niece, it is not. You just feel envious." Mara winced and looked at Lust with disbelief. "No, I am not! I can actually do that with Marcus but I won't because it's disgusting!" Lust's laughed even louder. "Oh, dear, you are just jealous. Believe me, you are." "I am not!" She exclaimed and then stamped her foot in annoyance.