Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

Jaye slumped against the couch and closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart. Jealous? The word echoed in the silence. No. It was disgusting. Disgust for a man who could so easily cheat on his wife, disgust for herself for wanting him so desperately. It was just physical. A chemical reaction. An itch that only he could scratch. She took a deep breath, plastered the serene smile back on her face and stepped out of the room, ready to rejoin her own bachelor party

"Whatever position you want, Alpha. Just tell us how you want to use us tonight. We want to make you feel good. I can ride you while Tanya sits on your face. I can take you in my ass while Elena sucks your cock. Just tell us." I stared down at them. My hand twitched at my side. My cock was rock hard, the head weeping a thick bead of precum that soaked through my jeans and left a dark, glistening spot. But as I looked at the bare skin in front of me, a sudden wave of intense disgust hit me like a physical blow. The heavy mix of their perfumes smelled completely wrong. It wasn't rain. It wasn't vanilla. It wasn't her . The sight of them trying so hard to tempt me made my stomach turn, my cock

My own body and soul recognizing that we no longer deserved that title when we were nothing else that intimidated and disturbed, as that princess in front of me was. Finally, swallowing the envy I felt bitter in the back of my mouth, I gave a disinterested nod with my hand, dispensing the reverence that all the creatures in the room reproduced in sequence, imitating their princess. I realized they waited until she did it. They waited for an order to revere me, as if she were the queen, and once again I felt the taste of envy on the tip of my tongue.

My heart is hammering, not with arousal, but with a sudden, overwhelming wave of disgust. I feel like a genuine creep, a voyeuristic monster. The warmth of the whiskey is gone, replaced by a cold shame that sinks to my very bones. I practically stumble to my own room, the sounds still echoing in my head. The feeling of being utterly vile clings to me until sleep finally, mercifully, pulls me under.

I can just imagine the shock on their faces, right before the disgust and disdain would surely follow suit. The thought of what I was planning to end the night with, made me feel disgusted in myself for a fleeting moment— the feeling of disgust has been swimming through my veins since the moment I made up my mind to finally come here, this morning. I have a girlfriend for heaven’s sake, a beautiful one at that. Am I even entitled to use the word ‘heaven’ at the moment? Knowing that I was currently in a place where churches preach against and also vehemently warn their members to steer completely clear of.

Rose's POV: I stumble forward, the queasy feeling in my stomach intensifying. The sharp, bitter taste of bile rises in my throat, and before I can stop myself, my body rejects everything inside me. I lean into the bushes, my stomach heaving painfully. The world spins around me as I retch, the hot bile spilling from my lips. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, the faint trace of humiliation hitting me like a brick. That’s disgusting, I think to myself, my mind spiraling into shame. I mutter the words under my breath, as if the shame might just dissipate if I could hide it well enough.

She raised an eyebrow and her expression full of disgust. "Let me make it crystal clear to all of you," She said with her voice dripping with disdain. "I have more than just a paltry $100,000. I have wealth beyond your wildest dreams. I have riches that would make your eyes widen with envy." She sneered, her lips curling up in a scornful smile. "So, don’t you dare try to accuse me," She added, feeling triumphant.

The touch sent a shiver through me, not of fear, but of disgust. Lucian’s wife’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind, and the realisation of what this man had possibly done filled me with a deep, nauseating disgust. I couldn’t even look at him without feeling sick. He had already taken everything from me—my freedom, my dignity—things I had begrudgingly endured. But discovering that he had used another man’s seed to impregnate me... It made my blood boil with a mixture of rage and shame. All I wanted was to either kill him or escape this nightmare, even if it meant losing my life. I instinctively scooted away from him, desperate to put some distance between us.

I felt betrayed by Aunty Maggie and I was filled with anger and sadness. I felt like I was a commodity, something to be bought and sold. I had only just met Matt, the man who wanted to sleep with me and now I was being sold to him. I was so confused and upset. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to run away as far as I could.

Everybody says, there could be no more prominent monster than envy, no more noteworthy hoodlum than dread, no more prominent adversary than covetousness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than sharpness. There could be no more noteworthy monster than envy, no more prominent criminal than dread, no more prominent foe than eagerness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than harshness, then, at that point I'll refute them. The most fulfilling second is seeing him disintegrate and beg.