Disgrace Novels & Stories

grace doesn't know if it's actually a question or a statement. "Yeah. Of course, Al." "Especially if the person who disappoints us is the person we love and trust the most." For some reason, Grace felt that Al was being sarcastic about her. "I was very disappointed with my Mom when I found out she betrayed my Dad. But I thought maybe Mom wasn't happy with Dad. At that time I could still understand it," Al paused for a moment to take a deep breath. "But after seeing it like that, I was really disappointed."

I stared, silent, unable to form a response. “I hope it was worth it. Worth embarrassing your family. How could you do this to us? To me? To your dad?” Her words struck like blows, each one heavier than the last. “Now everybody in our neighborhood sees us as a joke. Even in church, you’ve brought disgrace and shame. Everyone sees us as the parents of the girl who got knocked up just two months after starting college. Is that what you want to be remembered for? You got aired on national TV, for God fucking sake.”

she inquired with suspicion. Aiden's anger kept raising. He expected her to bent down and pick up the paper that fell near his feet. She used to be ready to bend backwards just to please him in the past. But now, she doesn't even bend a little. "Its written there that you are resigning as the director of my company. I heard that you attempted the entrance exam yesterday. What made you think that you could even pass such a prestigious exam? All your life you were always a failure, never good at anything. You used to barely pass in all of your exams. So how did you even imagine that you could pass that exam? If someone finds out that a pathetic failure like you who failed in the that elite pos

“Are you happy now? That my name is being dragged through the mud because of you? Tarnished like that? Go to your room. The sight of your face disgusts me.” The words struck harder than any slap. Zara’s throat burned, but she swallowed her cries and ran off timidly, her heart hammering in her chest as she fled up the stairs. Behind her, Adrian turned back to his mother, his voice clipped. “Mum, it’s no big deal. The damage is done, but it’ll pass with time.” His mother’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer. “Pass? You think disgrace just disappears? That shameless girl is ruining everything we’ve worked for all these years. I really hate her, Adrian. Do something

He held my hand, promising, "I'll remember that forever, and I'll never make such a mistake again." He'd forgotten again a mere six months later. The scorching sunlight at noon burned my shoulders and back. In stark comparison, I felt as though my heart had been submerged in ice water, gradually cooling down until no warmth was left. I let out a derisive chuckle before returning to the stage. After turning to our friends and family waiting there, I announced calmly, "The marking ceremony is canceled." Later, I slowly tore the silver feathered wedding gown I'd worn 66 times into shreds, ripping up the remnants of dignity holding this relationship together.

Lucian shrugged with his hands stuffed into the pocket of his pants. "Disgrace?" Ileus scoffed. "It’s not a disgrace if I am telling the truth. I am simply trying to expose someone who does not deserve to be happy. She has hurt way too many people, and you will be next. Am trying to show you the kind of woman you just married, but you call it a disgrace." He half smiled, causing Lucian to shake his head in revulsion. "It looks like you still love her." He suddenly spoke with a grin on his face.

I saw the deep crease in his brow and the slight tremor in his fingers; it was the disappointment of a man who didn’t lament my morality, but my lack of caution. My mother was in a state I had never seen in all my life. Her face, always impeccable and held high with arrogance, now bore a mask of absolute shame. She seemed to have shrunk beneath her designer dress. For the first time, I saw the woman who taught me that the family name was everything crushed by the weight of dishonor. And Grace… my sister just watched. There was a disturbing glint in her eyes, a morbid curiosity, as if she were watching a car crash in slow motion, just waiting to see who would be the next to die.

I skidded to a halt in disbelief in time to avoid the dirt flying into the air. ‘I am out of shape,’ Grace breathed, ‘oh goddess, I was so easily beat. How will I ever show my face again?’ I tasted disappointment on my tongue, felt it in my bones and saw it in the way my wolf’s head drooped. It seemed she wanted so desperately to hide her face. I didn’t think a simple run would produce such an effect but her pride had been crushed. Was this the pride of an alpha the books often spoke about? ‘Let’s just go home,’ Grace said, ‘I’m tired anyway.’

And then I sat on the floor, my back against the cabinet, and I thought about what Daniel had said. You are a disgrace. The word echoed in the empty room. Disgrace. I had been called many things in my life. Ruthless. Ambitious. Successful. Dangerous. But never a disgrace. Not until tonight. I finished the drink and set the glass down. Daniel was wrong. I wasn't a disgrace. I was a man who had been wronged. A man who had given everything to a woman who threw it away. A man who was fighting for what was his.

Grace's sarcastic laughter echoed mockingly, underscoring the depth of her disappointment in Jasmine's inability to comprehend the true intentions behind their union. A malicious gleam danced in Grace's eyes as she directed her words towards Jasmine, her voice dripping with scorn. "You know what, Jasmine? What do you know?" she taunted, her tone laced with condescension. She reminded Jasmine of her past support, how she had lifted up her pack when it was on the brink of collapse, enabling them to rise to power. But now, with a sinister smile, Grace insinuated that she held the key to their downfall.