Loathsome Synonym Novels & Stories

He spoke as more anger rose within him at the mention of his name. "Oh yea I didn't tell you? She's his little fuck toy." Jack spoke making me let out a huff of air. "Is this true?" I remained silent not really knowing what to say. I don't think I would've used the term fuck toy, I think we are maybe friends? "Oh god how pathetic! You are a stupid, stupid little girl. Do you think he loves you? Or has any sort of feelings for you?" My father asked I stayed silent.

he growled. What did he just call me ? “Dumb fuck. I said you were a dumb fuck,” he repeated. “Another word for fuckwit, chicken head, mindless fool, foolish tw*t, body with no brain, intelligence coma, mentally handicapped, cotton filled head, …. ,” I irately cut off the spastic synonym vomit of my freaking annoying wolf and hollered. “SHUT UP ! And stop eavesdropping on my thoughts. Now shoo away. I have more important things to do,” I chided the pissy hussy.

She shot me a glare. I had a feeling I wasn't really going to like Aimee after all. While we were still in the conversation, the door came open and a group of girls walked in, they didn't seem like Freshers at all. "I couldn't believe Scarlett would do that oh my goodness!" The short one between the other two girls lamented as they all made their way to Beth's bed. "Brittany, I already told you what a snake she was." A tall and skinny brunette retorted as three of them sat on the bed after taking their high boots off.

The condescension was dripping from her tone. "Grasshopper?" Loretta looked at April in question. "That pest Elsie!" April grunted, slamming her fist on the table. "More like a c*ck hopper and gold digger," sneered Loretta, taking a sip of the nude liquid in her glass. The strong taste burned her throat. April raised a brow in surprise and asked, "Mother, I never knew you used such foul language." "I don't. I feel impure just now for using profanity. Yuck! Things I will be forced to do because of that brat," Loretta expressed with utter disdain dripping from her tone.

His arrogant voice filled my ears, making me feel utterly uncomfortable and a bit feared. "Let go, Carter. Get your fucking hands off me." I sneered, tugging on his hands. "My my. . . what filthy mouth Sophie. It kind of makes you a bit more hot. I think I may have stolen the wrong girl from Logan. What do you say me and you go somewhere a little more quiet and have some real fun." His voice sounded annoying to my ears. He was a pathetic excuse for a human being. "I don't think so. Fuck off and let go of me." I said scratching his hand but he just wouldn't budge.

Mia “How are you feeling now?” Fabian's soft deep voice said from the other end as I washed my mouth. I’m not feeling okay. I feel nauseous and I am supposed to go to antenatal today. “ I don’t know. I’m feeling a little bit under the weather.” I still shuddered yesterday from Killian's threat, his whole body was shaking from anger. The portrait was his mom’s. I ran my hands down my face. I feel so ashamed right now and a little regretful.

I muttered to myself. "Yes, for example, a half werewolf half Vampire is known as an abomination or anything that's not a full blooded Vamp, I've never managed to see one but was told it has happened before. In which case they need to be killed. They think just like a rogue and is even more powerful. Vampire's and werewolf clash a lot and hate each other's gut so sleeping with either is seen as unforgivable. I'm sorry if I'm scaring you." I sighed learning so much from our little time outside.

They smelled like death, an odious blend of corruption and despair that clawed at my senses, fueling my rage. I stalked deeper into the abyss, the nauseating odor intensifying with every step. The three words hammered relentlessly in my mind, growing louder with every beat of my cursed heart. Kill. Destroy. Blood. Then, I saw them. A pack of rogues, their twisted forms barely distinguishable in the crimson haze. The stench of them was overwhelming now, acrid and vile, curling into my nose and making my hackles rise. Their eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, filled with caution and malice. They were huddled together, their grotesque forms trembling with barely concealed tension.

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

Sophia’s POV “I want to speak to my father. Put him on.” I demanded. “Is that any way to speak to your future husband?” I cringed at the sound of his voice. I didn't know Moretti personally, but I could tell that he was an evil man by the way his voice irked my soul. “You're old enough to be my father. Don't you have any shame?” He laughed hysterically. The kind of cold-hearted laugh that could turn gold into ashes.