Novel & Cerita Disgrace To Manhood

If my mate were to claim me, there would no longer be anything left that actually defined me. I spun on my heel and squared off with the man. His nose was in the air, eyes a cataracs educed grey. "What?" The word was rhetorical but it served my point well. "We have tolerated your fornication long enough, Luciana. Your sexual habits left our entire pack exposed. It's time you put it on and keep it in for good. Everyone thinks you're a disgrace. A failure. We don't tolerate failures in this family." Those words were meant as a finality, but I had my piece to say.

She felt bubbling heat all over her face. "Didn't you just say you don't mind if I open my tunic here? Are women not supposed to see shirtless men in your world? Forgive my impudence. I wasn't aware because in my place, many men are shirtless when doing combat sports in public." He said, while putting his t-shirt back on. Grace blinked, then she grimaced. 'Why are you so stupid, Grace? It doesn't matter if men are shirtless here! Why should you be the one to feel embarrassed? That's the same as saying that you are the one who thinks dirty about his sexy body!'

"He's just a performer, please let him go, you’re causing a scene!" "I’ll cause whatever I damn well please!" I roared, flinging her arms off of me. I turned my venom back to the man in front of me. I let go of his wrist only to start poking him hard in the shoulder, driving him back toward the vanity. "Misfits like you shouldn't even exist. You're a bloody stain. You're a mistake. People like you... you're meant to be stepped on. You're meant to be broken to pieces."

**AIDEN’S POV... “Ahhhh… Please leave me…please…ahhh” a man was shouting! How the fuck can I leave you? Huh, you fucker… With that, I start punching him… How dare you touch what's mine? HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON MY WIFE? I was kicking his already broken bones. He was screaming… “I… I will né…never lo…ok aaa…t any woman again… Just leave me aaaaaaaaa” he was shouting…

"Poor Susan, she raised a prostitute." "What a disgrace?!" addes another with a long sad face. "How dare she?! She is such an insolent!!!" "What a prostitute, no wonder such things happened to her." "This is madness. She must have lost her mind, what a poor thing...," and yes, she called me 'a poor thing' instead of 'a poor girl'. "We can't have her here. She is a prostitute," a man with a white mandarine shirt and muzta dictates, boldly with his finger on me.

“Don't act dumb and stop bringing disgrace to this family.” “Disgrace?! But everything that's happening is not my fault. I'm your daughter! Can't you see that I'm the one who's being disgraced?!” “What we see is a selfish, ungrateful woman who refuses to accept reality,” my father says coldly. “Vanessa is a good woman. A kind woman. She has been through hell and instead of showing her compassion, you were screaming at her and treating her like garbage!” “She's not who you think she is!” I plead desperately. “She's sly and manipulative and—”

And then the present came back in like a tide of boots, the press of bodies, a voice — a voice that had no mercy for the clumsy, for the hopeful, nor for the stubborn. “You’re not as good as they say,” the man slurred. I felt the words first against my skin, as if they were rain that refused to stop. “Amateur.” It sounded small and monstrous. It sounded like all their music in the club, the money, the polished teeth of men who buy things for sport had shrunk until the whole world was nothing but that one cold, contemptuous syllable. I wanted to curl up and make myself small enough to be forgiven. Instead, some older reflex from the part of me that still rehearses teeth with a mirror kicked i

“Girls like her are the reason these men walk away scot-free. She signs off her dignity in exchange for cash and thinks she is better than us. I will make sure she is miserable once she is in prison.” The man spoke. He wasn’t even fighting for people’s rights. He was just trying to exert his dominance to prove he could take out someone as huge as Maxim. He didn’t know that he was single-handedly digging his own grave. “Don’t talk too much. What if she understands Russian?” He laughed at the idea. “She is too stupid to know more than English. American bitches are all dumb and disposable. She is no different. The only thing she is good for is sucking dick and spreading her legs.”

“Apologize before I kill you,” I forced a choked, breathless smile through the pain. “Why? Isn’t it true, though? You call me trash. You toss a couple bucks at me like I’m some kind of...” I swallowed down a wheeze. “But what’s the word for a guy who willingly sleeps with supposed trash? I think the word... is also trash.” I tilted my chin up. It was stupid. It was suicidal. “Let go of me. Oh, wait—I forgot. Manwhores usually need some compensation before they disappear.”

He pulled a timid looking woman at his side closer to himself and she trembled. He forced a kiss down her lips and she whimpered like she had tasted something bitter. He released his grip on her waist and she stood, looking at him with eyes full of fear. He growled at her before she shook again and lowered her gaze to the ground, never bringing it up again. "I have enough women to myself, but you idiots decide to fuck men instead. Women are meant to be our playthings and not our fellow men. Both of you are a disgrace to manhood.”