Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

Mrs Smith could see how they looked stunned in silence, exchanging eyes contact among each others in disbelief and disgust. The woman has always had superior over the man as she believed the man was nothing but a pure embarrassment to her during their teenagers days. They had gotten married through their parents as they set up blind date for the both of them, if Mrs Smith has had a choice then she wouldn't even want to share a moment with a disgusting food monger like him. “Damn you!” She cursed underneath her breath, the woman would go to a gathering where she would be needing to go with her husband but rather she would choose to go alone even when the man is less busy. Because he consider

Aiden remarked. You should stay away from me, your sight disgust me," Emine uttered with a mixture of anger and revulsion in her eyes. Her very presence filled Aiden with shock, as he struggled to comprehend her use of the word 'disgust.' It was clear that she held a deep despise for him. Taking a deep breath, Aiden chose to walk away, accepting the possibility that he might bear some responsibility for this animosity. Determined to uncover the truth, he made a solemn vow. Suprisenly, the moment he laid eyes on Emine, all the hatred he once felt for her dissipated. His feelings toward her had transformed into something inexplicable, leaving him at a loss for words.

And this time was no different. I grabbed her, lifted her effortlessly, and threw her onto the bed. Her dress tore under my hands, her moans spilling into the air as I kissed and marked her skin. Lust took over. The way she writhed beneath me, the way her body responded—it pulled something primal from me. But afterward, as we lay tangled in the sheets, something unexpected crept in. Disgust. Not at her. Not at the act. But at myself. It was like something inside me recoiled—like my soul had caught up to my body and hated what it found. I’d never felt guilt after being with her. Never questioned it. But now…

The total disrespect, the way Yvette had told me that I wasn’t special and only a property that Enzo owned, everything rang in my head and my fist clenched as my jaw tightened. My anger returned and I didn’t want to talk to him because right now, at this point, all I felt towards him was disgust. The more I thought about Yvette and everything she said to me, the more disgust and anger gnawed at me. But, Enzo looked weak. He looked like he'd been trying for long, he looked stressed, tired and I hated the fact that I wanted to nurse him back to health. I hate the fact that my pussy got a heartbeat the moment I saw him, all I could think about right now was kissing those firm yet soft lips of h

she took another sip of wine before adding, “Sounds a lot like jealousy to me.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Jealous? Of her?” I let out a dry laugh. “I feel nothing but disgust. He can do whatever he wants.” But was it disgust? Or was it something else? No. No way. Adrik Ivanov was a cocky bastard and I didn’t care what he did. Dianna tapped her nails against the table. “If that were true, you wouldn't be fuming at the thought of his extra-curricular activities.”

: “Why go through all that effort to do that to anyone? It's a waste of time. For yourself and for him, but more for your sake. But, then again ‘Sake’ and ‘Effort’ is a hassle and a waste of time overall.” ???: “His pain and scars are all too beautiful and tragic~ I must have all of ‘that’ for myself~. I want him for myself~. Let me have ‘that’ all too myself~. Please~. Please~.” ???: “Disgusting. You truly are. *sigh*.” ???: “Disgusting!~ How dare you! I’ll have you know I am quite delicable unlike you~.” ???: “*sigh* Whatever. You are still truly disgusting.”

“She does not. Vivian’s my friend.” “Sometimes companions abhor each other. Envy can do awful things to a person.” “Are you recommending I’m jealous?” “No, I know you’re more brilliant than that. You wouldn’t squander envy on a aimless affiliation. You know where my interface lie.” She despised that she required to listen that, but his affirmation facilitated a few of her pressure. “We seem sneak absent for a moment.” “Not here.” His speedy dismissal struck her with the exactness of a bayonet.

How ungrateful. Ainsley’s face remained cold as stone, his expression unreadable. He loosened his grip on Mavis’s chin and tilted her head upward, meeting her gaze with a look of utter disdain. He stood up and took a step back, looking down at her like a disgusted man staring at something filthy. “Disgusting.” His voice was icy and filled with contempt. "You're the disgusting one." Mavis froze in shock. She couldn’t understand what Ainsley meant by those words. She stared at him in disbelief. “Me? I’m better than Eloise...”

When I look at his sculpted face, it is rage but something deeper. “You disgust me.” “Your scent disgusts me. Your face disgusts me! You damn whore!” He yells, his word is laced with venom and this disgust that he speaks of reaches his eyes. “Whore?” I repeat. My lips are quivering, trying to understand what the extent of my crime is that would perpetuate such an insult.

Her most recent post sent a pang of pain into my chest. "Picking out gifts is always a joy, especially when you're doing it with someone special." It was published ten minutes ago. As I put down my phone, I could feel my stomach churning. "Elena," Ethan suddenly called out to me. "The breakfast will go cold soon if you don't get to it." I nodded stiffly but couldn't bring myself to eat anything. I wanted to break our mate bond there and then. I wanted to run away from that suffocating room, run away from the relationship that had been a mistake from the start.