Disgusted Emoji Novels & Stories

My Emily. But as soon as I saw her, the feeling of excitement immediately turned to disgust. She was serving food to a group of people, laughing and chatting with them like she didn't have a care in the world. I felt nauseous. The feeling was intense, almost suffocating. It was like a wave of sickness that hit me suddenly, leaving me reeling and gasping for breath. My stomach churned, and I felt like I was going to throw up at any moment. My head throbbed, and my vision blurred, as if the world was spinning around me. I couldn't focus on anything except the overwhelming sensation of sickness that consumed me. It was as if I had been hit by a truck, and my body was struggling to recover from

It was so frigging disgusting! "Finally, he had weakened enough that I was able to pull myself off his dick, and I immediately threw up. I puked my recent lunch of pizza all over him." "Eww!" I injected as my self-resurrecting dick suddenly stopped inflating. "Well, that triggered him to puke, and his Mexican meal landed right on top of my head and ran down my face." "Oh, gross!" I groaned. "Okay, now I get it. Sorry about the moaning." I pointed to my half-hard but deflating dick, and added, "And sorry about this. But that was a pretty hot story up until the end there."

“ Our family loves to eat brain sandwiches, bull testicles, or penis and worm cheese, mixed together with chicken intestines” My face distorted into disgust as I gazed at him with a revolting expression. “That is disgusting. You’re disgusting!“ He laughed and screamed. ”kidding!! You shouldn’t be asking me this Em. We eat the normal breakfast you know. Nothing special”, he smirked displaying his white teeth. I lurched my head to the side with a disapproving stare: “Do you know you’re an ass?” “Tell me something new, Emily”, he smirked.

All I could feel was profound disgust towards him. “Emelia! Are you okay?!”

She took a tiny bite, chewed for two seconds, and then her face contorted in a mask of pure, performative disgust. “Ugh! Fuck!” she gagged. The word sliced through the silence like a blade. She grabbed a paper towel and spat the half-chewed food into it with a wet, heavy thud. “This is disgusting. It tastes like actual shit.” “Language, girl,” Greg muttered. He didn't look up. His tone lacked any real bite, more of a tired reflex than a true reprimand.

This time, I actually spat up some bile. “ALL of them. I’m hot as hell. They swarm around me, vying for my attention. Praying I’ll let them touch my nice, hard, cock.” He clutched his private parts again. “And here you are. Throwing up? Right in front of me? You’re disgusting. You don’t DESERVE this.” Again, he shook his package for emphasis. Bleh. I literally shook with disgust. “Sorry,” I said sarcastically. “Must be the baby. Some sort of physical reaction.”

It wasn't just the physical discomfort that was making me feel sick; it was the emotional turmoil that had been building up inside me for weeks. I had been trying to ignore the feeling of disgust that had been growing in my gut since I found out about Romeo's infidelity. But now, as I retched and heaved, it all came pouring out of me in a torrent of emotions. I couldn't help but wonder if the reason for my sudden illness was that I felt so disgusted by Romeo that I physically couldn't keep anything down. My stomach churned as I thought about him, about his lies and betrayal. Finally, I managed to get up, my feet unsteady beneath me. I stumbled over to the sink, turned on the tap, and rinsed

“What the hell were you doing in there that you couldn’t answer?” “I was puking,” I snapped at them. “What?” screamed the baffled footballers in sync. “I’m extremely squeamish, okay,” I replied, trying to sound defensive. It wasn’t too hard. “Things disgust me easily, and when it happens, I puke. You dumped goddamn pasta sauce on me, and it was gross. I don’t think I’ll eat pasta ever again.” Jaice’s face contorted into a strange expression. It was as if he was warring between the desire to laugh at me and hold on to his anger.

Her stomach churned. "Mom, why is there watermelon here?" she whispered, grimacing. "Maybe Louis and Emily like it. That fruit is to welcome them." "But I don't like it." Eva stamped her feet, like a child throwing a tantrum. Emily noticed that. "What's wrong, Eva? Is something bothering you?" All eyes were on Eva. "I don't like watermelon. The smell makes me dizzy." "The smell?" Louis put his nose closer to the watermelon, sniffing like a cat. "I don't smell anything strong. The watermelon smells nice."

he said. Livey accessed the man in front of her with disgust, he was so repulsive to her that she almost threw up, his heart was greasy coupling with his ugly face and the huge mole underneath his nose wasn’t helping either. “Let go off me” she said trying to fight back.