Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

“You thought you were clever, didn’t you? Get close to a dying old man, twist his head around, make him put your name where it never should have been.” I just looked at him, too stunned for a second to speak. Then his mouth curled with disgust. “Your desperation disgusts me.” The insult hit like a slap. My face burned. “I didn’t do anything.” “Liar.” “I didn’t even know about this!” “Women like you sicken me.” His eyes raked over me with open contempt. “Calculating. Ready to crawl into any bed or into any old man’s favor if it means getting your hands on money.”

And surely, having scars and bruises does not look appealing at all to his high-end clients. So, when I say I am disgusted, I am not pertaining to my physical appearance. Because I still quite look the same, except that I looked older, of course. I don't even look like I am working in a sex club. The disgust I am feeling is more in the mental aspect. Because whenever I see myself in the mirror, I am always reminded of how dirty I have become. I am always reminded of how many alphas have tasted and had been inside my body—my body, which I used to treasure so much. I may not look like I am wrecked and destroyed, but deep inside, I am. And I don't know if I can still fix myself.

POV: LAUREN Disgust. It was the only word that could truly capture what I felt. Disgust, revulsion, contempt, rage, hatred… A flood of bitter emotions churned inside me, poisoning me from within. My stomach twisted at the memory of his touch, his breath, and the nauseating stench of that strong, invasive cologne Ethan always wore. I wanted to tear off my own skin and scrub every inch of my body until there wasn’t a single trace of him left.

ADAM’S POV I just can’t stand looking at Aria and Nathan enjoying each other’s company; their laughter and playful banter slicing through me like a knife. Each shared smile and moment of connection between them feels like a betrayal, fueling the fire of envy burning within me. The intensity of my emotions is overwhelming, a searing pain in my chest that makes it hard to breathe. I feel a profound sense of helplessness, as if I’m on the verge of being consumed by the flames, my jealousy threatening to turn me into ashes.

My gaze lingered upon her unkempt form, the unpleasant odour emanating from beneath her armpits invading my senses. The very sight of her filled me with revulsion, a physical manifestation of the emotional contamination that had poisoned our interactions. Dacy's features contorted with a mix of disbelief and annoyance as my words echoed in the room. She struggled to comprehend my intentions, her mind clouded by her own insecurities and manipulative tactics. "What? Are you sending me out of the room because of her?" she spat out, her voice dripping with disdain, her eyes flashing with a toxic blend of repugnance and irritation.

The revulsion hikes with every single touch he makes. His moans irk me to the core. His touches and thrusts make me feel like the most dirtiest person in this world. I feel like total crap, and there are no bounds to stop feeling this as long as he keeps doing it. I'm swimming in a quagmire of nothing but hate and disgust for this man. If killing was that easy... "Don't you need to be somewhere?" I whimper, the detest in my voice so conspicuous that it impels his glare at me.

Words of disdain formed on her lips, ready to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting ambiance. In stark contrast to the warmth and conviviality that filled the room, Chloe's voice cut through the air once more like a chilling gust of wind. "This food is hardly worth the effort," she declared with a disdainful tone, her words laced with bitterness. "I can't fathom why you two find it enjoyable. It's simply mediocre at best."

The satisfaction radiating from his face spoke volumes, a chilling testament to the sadistic joy he found in tormenting me, reveling in the enigmatic depths of my emotionless stare. “What do you think? So you like it?” His voice cut through the silence as he posed the question that hung in the air. The corners of his lips curled into that all-too-familiar smile, the very sight of which had become a bitter reminder of my growing animosity towards him. With a deep breath, I summoned the courage to respond, my voice laced with a potent cocktail of disgust and contempt, "Disgusting." The word rolled off my tongue, carrying with it the weight of my revulsion, as my eyes narrowed into a piercing g

You're skinny as a washboard, although perverts are different . I slammed the book shut and tried to smack her on the back of the head. Venira dodged and grabbed my hand, we started to fight like little children. I broke down and laughed first. She probably said all this on purpose to piss me off. - Well, finally, you stirred up, otherwise it's disgusting to look at. — So it's about envy, youth and beauty. Would love to hear more, I said. - Get over it, little one. Better tell me what happened to you,” Venira switched to a serious tone.

It's lovely, isn't it? I idly glanced at his plump lips, wet with fetid, beer saliva and blood flowing from his nose. No, we didn't beat him. For now, at least. My dear old friend broke his nose on his own when he tried to run away from my other friends who just politely knocked on his door. - Appeared! Damir spat. In his eyes, as well as in the smell, contempt, malice and, oddly enough, envy were visible. It always seemed to me that a man simply could not envy a woman. I could hate for inaccessibility or betrayal, or the lack of mutual feelings, but it was somehow abnormal to envy, but apparently this was not our case with Damir.