Loathsome Synonym Novels & Stories

A whisper of defiance, clinging to a shred of what they were. Loveth sighed dramatically. "So provincial. But very well, if you insist. For *tradition*." She made the word sound like a disease. She stepped closer, her scent overwhelming the comforting smell of old books. "You know," she murmured, her voice dropping, laced with malice, "it’s almost touching, this devotion to the past. Like a dog whining for a master who’s never coming back."

Emine declared with a chilling intensity. Aiden sensed the seething hatred radiating from her and witnessed the sheer disgust in her eyes. "Let us discover if you possess the strength to follow through with your promises. Mere survival does not grant you superiority over me. You are nothing more than a murderer, a harlot, and a shrew."

lonely. "Your kitchen is rather big because nothing seems to be taking up the spaces, I observed." "Yeah I don't cook." Vada replied briefly. "Wow... that means you order alot." "Yep." Vada answered as she stood up and started pacing, hugging herself, she was getting uncomfortable sharing the same space with Liam, she couldn't place her feelings because a part of her also didn't want him to leave, she shamelessly enjoys his strong deep silky voice that was unbelievably deeper and more truncating than that of Jeff Harold, there was something about him...could it be that...nope snap out of it Vada.

I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn’t explain why I was repulsive of this man. The moment I saw his portrait– if it was his since he looked exactly the same as the man painted on it- I felt strongly disgusted. But I thought feeling such emotion for a lifeless thing was nonsense. However, now that I see his face in the flesh and hear his voice, the word disgust is too mild and weak to describe it. If I was to put words into the feeling, I guess it should be a compound combination of loath, repulsion, abhorrence, and a few more similar words all in one! Without even knowing who the man was referring to or to whom his words were being addressed.

"Don't put thoughts like that in my head, Kayla. That’s nasty. They're family." I couldn't help it; I doubled over laughing. Seeing the untouchable Damien Blackwood look that genuinely green was worth the climb. "I'm just saying! It’s a very romantic cave!" "It is a fortress," he corrected me, still looking disturbed. "A base of operations. Not a... whatever you're implying." He paused, his gaze hardening slightly as he thought about his cousins. "Besides, those two hate each other. Always have. They can barely stand to be in the same room for dinner, let alone up here."

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

Words of disdain formed on her lips, ready to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting ambiance. In stark contrast to the warmth and conviviality that filled the room, Chloe's voice cut through the air once more like a chilling gust of wind. "This food is hardly worth the effort," she declared with a disdainful tone, her words laced with bitterness. "I can't fathom why you two find it enjoyable. It's simply mediocre at best."

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

The kiss came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from my lungs, my body arching into him. Aiden tasted bitter, like the colour of rage and anger, surging forward, fierce and needy, as if to settle the pesky craving that's been plaguing him. I couldn't help but feel his lips, wet and soft, encasing me whole, as if to possess me with a single kiss.