Disgrace Novels & Stories

It was the stench of failure, of a scandal that refused to stay buried in the dirt where they had left it. "You’re home now," Grace forced a brittle, painted-on smile, her hand dropping back to her side like a dead weight. "That’s... that’s all that matters. You’ve suffered enough." Suffered. The word felt like a jagged insult coming from a woman who hadn’t spent a single night shivering in the rain. "Let’s get a photo," one of the officers suggested, lifting his phone with a misguided sense of cheer. "For the official report. A happy ending for the records."

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

At the same time, somewhere, in the background, a servant dropped a glass of wine… not that anyone even bothered to notice as it shatters all too loudly. “Father, you do know how much I favor honesty over faux concern now, do you not?” was the Princess’ nonchalant reply at the face of the King’s growing ire. She shrugged at him, and then carried on with eating her meal. At such blatant disrespect, Queen Ysabel immediately reddened with embarrassment and outrage at the clear insult as the other nobles present sniggered amongst themselves at her expense, no doubt enjoying the show. Because in her opinion, it was one thing to be made a fool of in private–but a completely another thing to be hum

Choosing one looked to be wrong, while choosing both seemed to be greedy and also led to mistake. Awry. It would look incorrect to take a step anywhere. O n the other hand, Raveen remained stubborn. He was certain that his decision was also correct. Of course, falling in love with Lavina wasn't a bad thing. Why should everyone hate Lavina? Even though that she was been a descendent of Dawson, she was merely an innocent girl who was despised even by her own family. Lavina should have been removed from Rael's qualifications while compiling his enemies list.

"Tally the damage. Charge them ten times the cost. Bill it to Jessica and her friends. As for Mark..." She glanced at Mark, whose face was as white as a sheet. "I don't remember my family ever acknowledging your identity. You're just the love child of a maid. You strut around on our scraps, yet you dare to insult my fiancé here." Mark sank into despair as his deepest secret was out in the open. His lips shook, but no words came. The guys on the floor stopped and stared in shock. "What? A maid's kid acting like a king?" "We offended Mr. Lane for a nobody? We're idiots."

flashed across the screen, crap. “Hey tay, what’s up?” “What do you mean what’s up?” “It’s almost 5 PM and I haven’t heard from you all day, hello? It’s your birthday party tonight!” “Don’t be mad, but I can’t make it, I’ve come down with the flu or something.” “That’s such bullshit Charlee, you’ve never liked parties, and now you’re trying to back out.” “Really tay, even call and ask my mom, I wouldn’t lie to you about this… I really am sorry, we can do something next week before I leave.”

I was the reason he ascended to a rank that would otherwise have been possible in his lifetime. Was he going to have to beg shamelessly? To be mocked and ridiculed by the same people he used to trample over? All it took was a couple of setbacks for his already meager flame to be reduced to all but a pathetic wisp of smoke. I had been too good to him. I always believed my sincerity would be rewarded. In the end, all I did was let the two vermin take advantage of me. They were freeloaders through and through. Elena went on with a faint tinge of helplessness in her voice, "As for Miss Elena… She seems quite displeased with the way things have turned out.

Rita, just so you know, the clothes you just ruined are a custom-made order from bougie and classy and I had barely worn it for two hours" He's got to be kidding me. A shirt from that brand costs $1,500. I don’t need to inquire about the cost of the complete outfit. I know I can’t afford to repay him, so let me just beg him with the hope that he will let me go. I knelt and apologized to him. “I’m really sorry, can you just let me go this once? I promise to live like a ghost henceforth, just let me go this once,” he was grinning and enjoying the sight of me making myself pathetic. “If you had not done what you did this morning,

I lowered my gaze, letting a faint, weary smile curve my lips. "That's not love, Vivian," I said, my voice calm, almost cold. "That's a debt I owe your father. His life... I could never repay it in full." I paused, the words lingering in the quiet room. Then, almost as if to myself. I whispered: "But... that's all it ever was."

she rolled her eyes. Shane smiled but she had no idea why the smile gave her the willies, he rest on the chair and swerved left and right, “I had a talk with Samson and he said that you really need to have that press conference as soon as possible, it’s damaging the company’s reputation and guess who is benefiting from all these?” Margaret rubbed her temple, sighing, “I know, Simon Gray and his son.” “Exactly and this is not helping us, and honestly, with the look of things mom, I don’t think we can redeem ourselves. Your affairs really damaged us, do you have any idea what people are calling you? They are saying you are a professional harlot.”