Novel & Cerita Disgrace To Manhood

"I know that you're in a bad mood, so I'll forgive you." "I don't want your forgiveness! You truly have taken my good intentions for granted! I'm telling you that this man is not a good person. He is not a good person! Do you not understand or what? Gloria, are you so desperate to be with a man? Think about it, this man is more than ten years younger than you! Why would he take a fancy to you? Did he like you because you look pretty? You are indeed pretty, but you're old. There are plenty of girls in this world who are prettier and are at least half your age! Do you think men like older women? You're really ridiculous! Not only are you ridiculous, but you're boy crazy as well! Boy crazy!"

Even if the meaning is only shared damnation. You asked, through your narrative, what it means to be a man in the aftermath of such a night. Your answer seems to be: it means to carry the weight without collapsing. It means to look at the woman you kissed in a bathroom and later cleaned like a corpse, and see both the conspirator and the victim, and know you are now both as well. It means to accept a bond forged in filth, because it is the only true thing left standing in the ashes. I don’t envy you, Dylan. But I don’t pity you either. Pity would be an insult to the brutal truth you’ve laid bare. I simply bear witness to your witness. And I feel the cold of that binding from here.

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.

The humiliation, the heartbreak, the unbearable betrayal—it all slammed into me at once, leaving me lightheaded and breathless. “Come on, Selene,” Sylvia sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. “Did you actually think a wolf without an ability would fit as the perfect mate for an Alpha of Kaith’s caliber?” She let out a cold laugh, shaking her head. “Don’t make me laugh. You are a disgrace to our pack, and yet you dared to dream of being marked?” Disgrace. The word echoed through my mind, rattling against every insecurity I had ever buried deep within me.

“How dare you!” The man scoffed. “Aye, you have the face, but your foul smell can reach miles and miles away, you are an abomination, a disgrace to the face of this earth, looking at you makes me squeamish,” Red was fuming in humiliation and anger. “Is that how you talk to someone, you prick! I know you are equally the epitome of beauty and youth but you don’t have the right to scorn me openly and make me feel like I am less, I am more than just a skin deep!”

Kids these days, they’re unbelievable. “Grey, you aren’t supposed to be rude. What did I teach you? You respect people and their opinion so, what are you going to do tomorrow?” I don’t want him to become like those scumbags. I want to make him understand the meaning of ‘man’. It’s not just abusing the authority this society gives you but using it wisely. But if I was a man, I’d wish to turn into a woman for obvious reasons. Being a man is ugly, wretched, arduous.

“For so long I planned all this. And now that it's happened, I feel like a despicable human being. I was never crazy about money. But I've been tired of everything, especially the assholes I get involved with. I seem to have a magnet to attract bad-tempered men and scoundrels. Just this week I met an older man who seemed to be nice. Until arriving at the Motel and realizing that he just wanted to satisfy himself. The bastard was married and if that wasn't enough the horrible night he put me through, he humiliated me in the end, treating me like an object. I feel disgust and disgust for men like him.

He is a good man, they said. He does not manipulate people, they said! It is my fault. How can I be so stupid? How could I allow him to speak to me in that revolting tone like I was dirt under his feet? “I’m no one’s dirt and I will not wait around to be treated like dirt.” I get into my tent, there is nothing I have to pack but my self respect. Grace is not present in the tent right now. This would give me the opportunity to leave without giving further explanation as to why I need to go.

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.