Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

— I shouted, punching his chest with my clenched fists, struggling in a feeble attempt to free myself. —Can you please stop hitting me? I'm much stronger, it's useless to try to break free. Defeated, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and turned my face away as I let the scoundrel take me. — I'm disgusted by you — I grumbled, through gritted teeth, without looking at his face. — You hate me and I understand. Disgust is something else. —Everything bad that exists is what I feel for you. — Be careful that all this radiation doesn’t affect the baby.

do things to me before he kills me . "I'll let Jace deal with the harassment charges." I could feel him chuckling.. " Disgusting . So you're one of those rich people huh ? Who commit crimes and then have someone else take the blame " I shiver with disgust. "So you don't feel anything when I.." He stops talking and concentrates on his hands which were running up and down my thighs and behind . He didn't bother changing his walking pace either . " What the fuck is wrong with you . " I snarl . I .. I feel disgusted . My personal space has been violated but at the same time .. I'm not as opposed to it as I should be. And that is making me more angry than the action itself .

I am uncertain whether it is because their explicit photographs broke the internet or because I am jealous. According to popular belief, envy is a lethal emotion. This results in the commission of a crime motivated by passion, curiosity, or obsession. I shake my head, ridding myself of the past. He came, it may be a week later with no other form of contact between us, but, he's here, and that has to count for something. I suck in a sharp breath, and I cross the street, coming to a halt when I reach his side. Leaning my hip against the car, and folding my arms across my chest, I look up at him.

Their mouths twisted in a snarl, as though the very sight of me was an offense to their delicate sensibilities. Their gazes were like knives, slicing through my skin, dissecting every inch of my body. It was as if they were searching for something, some flaw that would justify their disgust. I could see the disgust in their eyes, the way they wrinkled their noses and turned away in disgust. Their reactions were a symphony of disgust and outrage, playing out before me with an unwelcome clarity.

" I gave him a very obvi ous once over before I scrunch my face up in disgust and spat out the words: "You disgust me".

Disgusting. Then I said it anyway. “She was fucking her brother. And her assistant. Caught her red-handed at their party.” The reaction was immediate. Roman’s face twisted in pure, unfiltered disgust, his entire expression tightening like he had just tasted something foul. “Jesus Christ.” The words came out low, almost like a hiss. “That is disgusting,” he continued, shaking his head slowly, like he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. “Sick on every level.” “I know,” I muttered, running a hand over the back of my neck. “Absolutely revolting.”

A thousand meanings. The man's eyes filled with emotion he seemed unable to control. Years of anger. Years of disappointment. Years of blame. Years of loneliness. All rising to the surface at once. "You got to keep being him." He looked directly at Henri. Accusation and admiration tangled together. "You got to keep helping people." A pause. "You got to matter." The truth finally emerged. Not obsession. Not really. Envy. The kind that grows slowly over decades. The kind that twists itself into something poisonous.

“These people are disgusting. I don’t need him to do my laundry. All he needs to do is to remember this, so that he won't be so smug in the future!” Johnson laughed. “It’s okay. Just my clothes alone are enough for him to clean.” He looked at Hugo and sniggered as he said, “Hugo, my laundry is dirty and smelly. Especially my underwear. It’s as if they had been picked up from the sewers. Do not be disgusted when the time comes. Hahaha... ” Do not be disgusted? Hugo was so disgusted that he lost all his appetite. Why was his life so miserable? Why was it that whenever he wanted to take advantage of something, he would be the one getting played in the end?

i burst out laughing. It sounded unhinged Austin cracked a small smile. “Okay. So maybe a little?” “I was not jealous,” I said, pointing a threatening finger at him. “I was simply disgusted. A completely different emotion.” His smile widened. That stupid soft smile that always made my brain malfunction. “Right,” he said gently. “Disgusted.” We stood there in silence. He shifted nervously. “Are we okay?” I looked away then back at him. Then away again because looking at him for too long was dangerous.

he asked, shocked. “I decided to take a bath,” I said coldly. “With your clothes on?” he asked in disbelief. “Yes,” I replied, my voice sharp. “To wash away every touch from you.” His face fell instantly. “What? Do you really hate me that much?” “It’s not hatred,” I said. “It’s disgust.” “Disgust?” he repeated softly, his voice breaking. “You’re disgusted by me?” “Maybe,” I said quietly, looking away. “I asked you to stop.”