Unadulterated Loathing Novels & Stories

His expression changed for a moment; again, the evidence of disgust was there, as if he felt repulsion toward her. "I'm making an effort for this marriage, Adeline. Don't ruin it." His words sounded like threats. "Is this your definition of making an effort by being unfaithful?" "Yes!" He exploded. "You don't know how hard it is to put up with you every day!" Please, just look at yourself in a mirror," he pointed at her disdainfully. "You don't even provoke a bad thought in me anymore. Your body, your face, you... you're unpleasant to look at."

It hurted, when my varun told that "I have ugly body" It hurted, when my love of my life called me "Gundu(fatty)".. It hurted, when my varun commented my body and laughed with his mother.. It hurted, when my varun told that "he disgusted to touch my body".. It hurted, when my varun told that " I married him to have sex with him".. It hurted, when my own husband called me "bit*h".. It hurted, when my husband treated me like a bit*h..

How could they love her when her parents hated her themselves? She hated the attention of her uncle, who retired from women after his wife's death. She hated all of that because it goes against what her parents did, so she struggled between being good or bad, and she still struggles, sometimes she loves and sometimes she hates, and she lived like this and it's not yet time for her to decide her side.

Elena said finally. --- The words came out quiet— --- But unshaken. --- A pause. --- “And I would do it again.” --- Truth. --- Raw. --- Unfiltered. --- Because anything less— --- Would be a lie. --- Adrian looked at her. --- Not hurt. --- Not angry. --- Just… understanding. --- “I know,” he said softly. --- A beat. --- “And that’s why I can’t hate you for it.” --- Because he had seen it now. ---

The way his hot, thick length slid against my swollen wetness. My pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing and I shook my head, hoping to forget the memories that flooded back with nauseating clarity. The worst part was I didn't even hate it. Disgusted? Sure but hate? No way. How could I hate it when my body had loved every second of it and craved even more? I still felt frustrated from not getting to come but still… ‘You’re marrying his son the day after tomorrow, Natalia. You’re disgusting’

he said, smiling as I glanced at him. His hand moved faster, and I squeezed my eyes shut. This time, it brought a completely different sensation to my body. Earlier, his movements were slow, but now they were daring, as if he was reaching for something inside me. Every time he hit that spot, I felt delirious, unable to explain it. I twisted in pain and pleasure. As embarrassing as it was to admit, that’s exactly how I felt. Maybe it was because he was handsome and nothing about his physical appearance was disgusting. If he looked like a bloated toad in a suit, I would’ve chosen to just end my life yesterday.

If she had been able to love, then she would also be able to let go. No, she didn't hate him. Hate was too heavy a word. She no longer wanted to carry that weight for his sake. She finished her words, climbed into her car, and drove away without a backward glance. Graham stood frozen on the roadside. His fists clenched so tightly the veins bulged. Then, with a sudden roar, he punched the trunk of a nearby tree. Blood immediately streaked across his knuckles. He stood there for a long time, eyes red, muttering under his breath, "I don't believe it. There's no way she's really let go."

I say now on the verge of crying. " you are not" I said once again trying to grace in his arms. " I say don't you dare touch me" I shout at him with total anger in my eyes. " I can't believe I actually thought you could change, totally forgetting that adage that said a leopard can't change its spots. You are still the same manipulative bastard thay she were six years ago,and I feel totally disgusted with myself for letting this stupid feelings I have towards you being me right sense of reason. You disgust me!" I say as I felt tears slipping past my eyelids.

What's the best adjective to describe it. Everything is horrible. And horrible is putting it lightly. Your son is the most infuriating person I have ever met in my life. Your son is a cocky, incorrigible, selfish bastard who cares about no one but himself. Your son has driven me mad with his moodswings like a pregnant woman. Your son has hurt me more times in life than the number of times that I breathe in oxygen. Yet... Your same son made me fall for him. That's why it hurts so bad. That's why everything is choking me up.

Hоwеvеr, none оf my rаtіоnаlіzаtіоnѕ соuld help wash аwау thе feeling of fіlth іnѕіdе оf mе. On thе long drіvе hоmе, I finally саmе tо ассерt thе fасt thаt I wаѕ truly іn love wіth Maria. True, іn thе brіеf time I hаd ѕреnt wіth hеr I hаdn't learned muсh about hеr personal lіfе, but there wаѕ juѕt something аbоut her presence that mаdе mу heart lеаd-hеаvу аnd helium-light аll at thе same tіmе. Yеѕ, hеr аmаzіng beauty had fіrѕt caused mе tо lust after hеr, but this fееlіng wаѕ сlеаrlу not luѕt. I knеw then that mу hеаrt соuld not fееl for Frаnkіе оr аnу оthеr wоmаn in thе same wау. Bу thе tіmе I рullеd іntо my gаrаgе, I felt lеѕѕ dіѕguѕtеd wіth myself. Unfоrtunаtеlу, thе fееlіng оf ѕеlf-lоаt