Disgust X Envy Novels & Stories

We walked out together, down the hospital steps and onto the sidewalk. “As I was saying, Mrs. Cole,” I continued casually, sliding my hands out of my pockets, “one of my habits is envy. I’ve got far too much of it. The next one’s close to it, almost its twin, really. At least jealous is somehow close to envy but both are different you see. Very dudfey. And the third… ah, the third is my curiosity. That one never dies.”

Like my presence has already irritated him. The moment we lock eyes, something in him shifts. Something like recognition, followed quickly by confusion, then disgust. As if my existence is something he’s offended by. I try to open my mouth to say something. Anything. But every time I breathe, his scent embeds itself deeper, and something inside of me is trying to claw its way up to answer. His expression hardens. Not anger, though that would be kinder. No, this is something sharper. Disgust, naked and immediate.

” Enzo looked coldly at this woman who scratched her head in front of herself, only feeling disgusted and disgusted. He has seen more women with ulterior motives like Judy Lewiston here. He knew what she was thinking. He wouldn’t have looked at such a woman unless he wanted to know what idea she had in mind. He endured the disgust in his heart and said coldly: "I am not interested in knowing what your name is, and you don't deserve to know my name. If you come here and tell me these words, you can go." The indifference and disdain of the man showed up unabashedly.

Sandra felt the heat of jealousy boiling within her as she looked at various media filled with stories about Devan and Lisa's happiness. Their faces, radiant with smiles of joy, appeared on television screens, on the front pages of newspapers, and even on the social media platforms she visited every day. In the silence of her room, Sandra stared at the television screen with eyes full of hatred and resentment. "They don't deserve all of that," she muttered inwardly, the flames of envy burning inside her.

Scenes that were probably happening right now behind my very wall. “Ughh, God! Disgusting.” I shook my head rigorously. Trying to push it all away, the jealousy from moments ago over the lady’s pleasure now felt like sin to my ears. Utterly disgusting. How could have been envious of her to begin with? What did that even mean?? that I wanted to replace her? Get done what was being done to her? And by who?? Him??? Oh fuck no. No! “This is too ridiculous.” I muttered, abandoning my water. “Completely ridiculous.”

This man must be testing my patience seriously. “ Oh c'mon. What's with the pride? If it were someone else they would have done everything by this time, to impress me.” Partly biting his lower lip, he eats up my frame head to toe. Immediately I feel a dread of discomfort and disgust. Chills shivering up and down my spine. If only I can disappear this instance. He's so disgusting, a sick. And to even think he takes advantage of other people's desperation. “I'm here tolerating your nonsense. Isn't that impressive?” I sneer, not daring to hide my disgust towards him.

The scent of her perfume, heavy and sweet, filled my nostrils, almost cloying. A wave of disgust washed over me. I knew, with an unwelcome certainty, that this neck, this very skin I was now pressing my lips against, had been the playground of countless others. Men wealthier, older, perhaps even more ruthless than I. The thought made my stomach churn, a bitter acid rising in my throat. But I swallowed it down. This was a means to an end, a necessary evil to achieve my desired outcome. Pride, a stubborn beast, had to be tamed for this moment.

A feeling of disgust washed over me, accompanied by a deep sadness. “Yuck.” I couldn’t help but express my genuine distaste. “She’s hot,” Xander murmured, his gaze lingering on her. My heart ached, and a sharp pang of jealousy coursed through me. “Then why don’t you put your lollipop in her mouth? Maybe that way she’ll stop moaning another man’s name.” Xander’s chuckle cut through the air, intensifying my emotional turmoil. “Yes, you’re right. It’s been a long time since I had some hot and steamy sex. Thanks for the suggestion, friend.”

(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW) The word ‘disgusting’ whirls in my head as I enter the room and it stabs me with nausea. I'm despicable. The feelings I have for Vance are revolting and the fact that I let them develop makes me more despicable.

“Notorious, maybe. But headlines exaggerate. I’m much more charming in person.” She didn’t look up. “Charming isn’t the word I’d use,never at least not for someone like you.” I tilted my head, closing the space between us until I could smell the citrus from the lemons she was slicing. “Then what word would you use?” Finally, she met my gaze. And in those eyes, I saw it: disgust. Not veiled, not polite. Open. Unfiltered. “Disgusting,so much that it alters me alot a whole lot I can tell you.” she said flatly.