Loathsome Synonym Novels & Stories

“You could do better next time.” Her breath hitched. The air between us felt hostile yet electric. “Maybe next time, have a talk with your mistress.” I let out a low scoff, “Careful, Sophia, you sound jealous.” “As if.” She retorted, “I’d rather eat glass.” “Are you sure about that?” Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I leaned in, ready to take her in again. But this time, no one was watching. Her lips parted slowly. “The party's over. Forget the little show I put on. I still despise everything about you.” She said in a throaty whisper.

The relentless waves of sickness had tilted the scales of patience, and it felt as if every word I spoke dripped with disdain. "You can't possibly understand what I'm going through," I hissed, my voice laced with venom. "You get to carry on with your life, blissfully unaware of the constant sickness, fatigue, and the changes overtaking my body. It's so easy for you to escape." Theron's expression twisted in hurt and confusion as he attempted to defend himself, but I vehemently silenced him. The anger consumed me, blinding me to anything beyond my own frustrations. "You're repulsive," I spat, the words cutting through the air. "I can't bear to look at you, to be near you. Your presence alone

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.

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 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.

I sucked in a sharp breath as chills ran up my spine and more tears fell down my face. I fucking hate them both!

"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."

she was tired. Somehow, despite the fear clouding her mind, she lifted her chin, and looked at her, “you insufferable son of a bitch. I wish you die a painful death and may you never prosper. I hate you and everything that you are. You are the devils incarnate and a witch.” Loise said in a string of ugly angry outbursts that left her breathing deeply. And then before she could stop herself, she spat on her face.