Disgrace Novels & Stories

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

I murmured. “I want to take a shower when I’m done eating,” he replied.And just like that, I’d been dismissed. “Oh.” That was all I had. Oh. The sum of my disbelief. My humiliation. That broken piece of my heart, the one that was supposed to be his to be cherished, slowed just a little more and I feared that soon it would stop altogether. It barely functioned at all. Swallowing rapidly, I pushed down the lump in my throat, turned and walked away. The masochist in me took her time going upstairs, hoping he’d call me back. I could at least get a hug, right? Knowing that would never happen didn’t stop me from lingering on the stairs, ribs squeezing as hope fled with every exhale

Peter, Maybe when this letter reach you I was no longer here in Europe, my flight was tonight. I'm sorry that I will be doing these, you know me since the time that you court me. I'm sorry, for using you for my personal gained and you where just so dumb to notice it. I am ambitious man and I was not satisfied for what's happening to me, to us. You know that this was coming. I'm sorry. -Michael P.S. I take the money, I need it for a new start. Goodbye.

"Disgrace is a strong word. I prefer 'unconventional income enthusiast.'" As I reached for the last bill, she leaned in, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're nothing. No dignity, no self-respect. You're just a puppet dancing for a paycheck." Dragging myself back to the hotel felt like attempting an Olympic marathon after a particularly intense yoga session – you know, the one where you question your life choices. The film crew had kindly bestowed upon me a room that could be generously described as 'cozy,' but I was too tired to protest. I opened the door, my weariness setting in like an unwelcome roommate.

My dad said. “David,” Mum called with a warning in her tone. “Do I look like I care if she is feeling remorseful or not?” My mum asked. “I just thought….” My dad tried explaining but Mum cut in . “No, tell me….” She said. “…. has this child ever brought anything except disgrace to us?” Mum asked shocking me. When have I ever brought disgrace to them? Except for this one time and It was not intentional because I was set up so what did she mean by saying I had nothing to offer them except disgrace?

Grace tried hard not to let her mind sway but she was losing against that enchanting smell. 'The hell is wrong with me.' Grace frantically shook her head as that smell was tempting. It was pulling her towards itself and she was willingly dropping her weapons. "But you are keen on disobeying me." Xavier continued speaking. The sound of his boots accentuated her heartbeat. His voice, on the other hand, held disappointment. Grace couldn't resist herself from rolling her eyes. 'Jerk. My disobedience disappoints him then what about him murdering people?' She felt disgusted. Now she was loathing herself from trusting this man. Indeed, she made a huge mistake last night.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

“Mr. Enrique, let me tell you the truth about your fiancée. Do you really know who Meadow is? She’s a shameless slut and a p**nstar. Back in high school, she seduced Matt every chance she got. She dragged him into locker rooms after school, the backseats of cars in the parking lot, empty classrooms during lunch—anywhere they could be alone. She didn’t just hook up with him; she filmed every single time. Those videos are still online today, easy to find if you search her name. They have millions of views from all over the world. People leave disgusting comments calling her a cum dumpster, a public glory hole, a dirty whore who loves it rough. Everyone saw her naked, moaning, doing things no d

“You’re only making this harder for yourself. If you resist, the press will hear about it, and you’ll leave this company in disgrace. Is that what you want?” I met his glare head-on. “Disgrace comes from betrayal, not resistance. And what you’ve all done here today will be remembered, for years.” The MD cleared his throat again, leaning in with mock concern. “Darla, you should accept this with grace. Don’t make this uglier than it needs to be.” Grace. The word nearly made me laugh again. They expected me to bow my head, to smile while they drove the knife deeper. I rose from my chair, my hands flat on the table. “You’ve made a g

DISMAY. Consternation and distress, typically caused by something unexpected. A feeling of disappointment or sadness. Driven by the devastating revelation that Josh was not only Dylan's doctor but his death was connected to Dylan, Anna hurriedly returned to her apartment—Hannah's old residence. While the police had concluded their investigation into the recent break-in as an unsuccessful search for valuables, Anna's intuition (and her new information about Hannah) told her otherwise. As she walked over towards her apartment, the cold dread in her stomach coiled tighter with every step. The familiar route to her neighbourhood felt alien now, haunted by the ghost of Hannah and the tragic spect