Disgusted Emoji Novels & Stories

"You don't understand. This stuff always has repercussions." Emma splashes her hands in the tub and then her little body lurches over and the worst baby olive-green vomit projectiles out of her mouth like my child has been possessed by the same demon who stars in the Exorcist movies. Green goo covers the front of the bathtub and I reach into the water getting the second round of puke all over my arm. The water turns the most disgusting shade of green and I gag, grabbing her out of the tub while splashing the liquid on the floor.

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 nodded in affirmation. “Now, leave my presence!” I returned back in shame. I felt very disgusted, so I scrubbed myself raw in the bath. I scrubed my skin until it turned red, but the filth clung to me, thicker than dirt, heavier than blood. The feeling of disgust transcended the physical. It was imprinted deep within me, out of the reach of soap and water. I pressed my palms to my face and sobbed silently, for if I let the sound escape, I feared it would never stop.

She said in fear. Then he turns around towards her and sees her in disgust. He looks mad from the way he sees her. His old face indicates that he"s an old geezer (though he"s still around 40, he has time to repent, but let"s go calling him old geezer OK?), she can smell nicotine from his breath, not to mention his Tosca brown skin, the sweat falls from his top beautifully and a toxic breath which smells nicotine and dead rat as if it can melt iron. This kind of event means that she has faced big trouble.

He leant closer, his movement careless the plate he was peering earlier splattered on the floor. The spoilt food spilt and the smell was horrible. It reeks, rotten rice and meat. Decaying, but her abductor seems not to mind as his grin she could have sworn place on his lips remain. But the putrid smell made her insides churned. The smell reeled it, the acid leaving it aching as it boils emptily inside of her. Innate revolt uprising and so Germa did not give him the satisfaction to see her state. He coaxed her chin.

A lot of sour emotions at once. Fuck...

Octavia's face was scrunched up in a look of disgust, as though someone had just placed a sour candy in her mouth. What was happening?

The warrior’s facial expressions are giving away freely. “I can no longer hold it!” The man's face was turning red as his last meal was pouring out of his mouth. He could hardly even speak, trying to catch his breath. He was trying to shoo her away while banging his chest. His stinky puked was all over his feet and on the stairs. Making the air around them even worse and contaminated. “Ah! God! Shït!” All the three of them screamed while looking at her with wide eyes open. The puked couldn't help but to throw up again.

Glaring down at me with the exact kind of thick, heavy disgust usually reserved for a leaky trash bag at the bottom of a dumpster. Well, yeah. Great. Fuck me too, I guess.

All rights he had to be called ‘Uncle’, are out the window! He gives me a look, no one else might pick it up, but I see it…. Disgust! I know ‘disgust’… I’ve tried to give a smile, act like it doesn’t get to me, or even remain neutral with expression, while having to eat broccoli. It never works! Disgust is just one of those emotions, try as you may, but you will never be able to mask 100%. He ignores me completely, returning his attention back to Mommy. He kneels and takes her hand. He kisses her knuckles softly.