Disgrace Novel Themes Novels & Stories

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.

It was a dream shared by many youngsters in Lacoste Town, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise ordinary existence. So, I worked tirelessly throughout high school, participating in every extracurricular activity, and achieving perfect grades to qualify for the coveted Picaremore University scholarship. When the scholarship finally came through, it was like a beacon of hope shining brightly upon me. I still remember the jubilation and celebration that ensued when I received my admission letter. Little did I know that my journey to Shenza City would be fraught with challenges, some of which I never could have imagined. I soon came to the realization that Shenza City is not just a place of opportun

Even a few survivors sat in the gallery, their eyes fixed on Grace as she entered in a dark, tailored suit. Julian stood across the aisle, defiant but pale. Grace took the stand. Swore in. And began. She told everything. The deals. The offshore funds. The pressure. The manipulation. She cried only once, when she spoke about Subject #9, the girl in the video. “She trusted us. And we treated her like a number.” The judge asked, “Why come forward now?” Grace looked toward Nathaniel in the crowd. Then toward the survivors. “Because the truth was heavier than the shame.”

Zeke looked up from the computer he was working on and he spoke, his tone measured yet concerned, “Diana, maybe you should give Noah some space. He’s moved on.” That wasn’t what Grace thought was needed to say at all. They needed to remind her of the atrocities she had committed and tell her to her face the kind of awful person she was. Diana turned to Zeke, her eyes flashing with irritation. “Stay out of this, Zeke. This is between me and Noah.” She said, looking at him with contempt, like she might hit him if he didn’t stop. Just wow! There were just a lot more people specifically designed to ruin other people’s life just to get what they wanted than Grace had ever imagine, because it was

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.

"Fond of lapping? Go on," Pauline said. "Get down and lick every trace of that wine." "Miss Castro..." One quivered, terror overwhelming him. "We were wrong. Please..." "Too late." Pauline truncated his plea. "Do it or rot in prison. Your choice." Before absolute power, pride and honor were meaningless. They exchanged hopeless glances and got down on their knees. Shaking, they pressed their faces into the cold carpet, which was full of broken glass and spilled wine.

And threaded through all of it was rage—at me, at Marcus, at all of us—but also at a system that let men like us think we could get away with it. I read every comment because I hated myself and apparently self-punishment was how I was choosing to spend my evening. Read stories that could've been about Grace, about how these women had closed businesses or changed careers or moved cities to accommodate men who never deserved the sacrifice. Read about pregnancies that complicated the narrative, about children born into relationships built on lies, about the impossible calculus of deciding whether to tell a kid their father never wanted them.

He loved going mute when I was offended, and now he needed a taste of his own medicine. “I did what I had to do,” “Do you call disgracing and abusing my name what you had to do?” He asked in unbelief. “Disgrace? You're talking about disgrace? How dare you! I'm not the one fornicating publicly with a young girl! You took advantage of her naivety, and you're still doing it! You left your wife for another! You disrespected our marital bed! You can't keep your marriage in one piece! You publicly longed for another man's woman last night. You couldn't hide your shame, but I'm the disgrace? If you want to find who's disgracing, and tarnishing our name, look in a fucking mirror!”