Disgrace To Manhood Novels & Stories

My voice was cold, final, each word a bullet. "A woman who supports her son’s wayward life, who encourages his infidelity, who welcomes his mistress into her home like some twisted family reunion…" My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my chest heaving. "You’re no woman." My voice was a snarl, my lips peeling back in disgust. "You’re a disgrace."

I blurted out, unable to hide my disgust. “We cannot call anyone a disgrace, dear,” Sister Jane gently reminded me, and I pouted. I knew she was right, and I didn't want to call names, but that man sounded like a truly horrible person—a horrible husband, and most likely, a horrible father too. The thought just rankled me.

She could look at them all day long. "Snap out of it" she heard a deep voice say harshly. She immediately recollected herself and stared at her feet. "I'm…so sorry" she stuttered. The man just brushed past her harshly and walked away. 'So rude,' Ruth thought to herself. "This way ma'am" she heard one of the bodyguards motion to her. She nodded slightly and followed immediately.

The man tossed all the money on the naked body of her. "You are a disgrace to this country! Women like you, who have no ambitions, no future, and no hope, are worthless! You and your kind are our society's greatest mistake!" He spoke harshly, demeaning her. But she tried her hardest to ignore every humiliating, vulgar word he said.

He laughed, but the tears kept running down like two rivers. "Aren't you ashamed? I've always respected you! And you turned out to be such a terrible man. You have so much sin that no one will ever help you," said the older woman with the little girl. "Mary, look at this man. This is the face of someone who has lost his faith and become a nobody. That's what happens to those who live this kind of life. And how he deceived everyone! That's what beauty hides!"

Now replaced with shame and disappointment at my choice of men. Why was it hard to get a good man? My chest constricted, and my skin crawled with disgust. Pushing myself off the bed, I headed towards the bathroom to scrub his dirty touch off my body. I took in shaky breaths, pinching the bridge of my nose under the warm drops of water. A strangled cry slipped out of my lips, and I hugged myself, feeling weary in my heart. A hollow ache dug deeper into my chest, sinking my heart into my stomach.

Wendy said to them without sparing them a glance. “Wendy don’t be stubborn. Women like money, name your price and I will transfer it to you immediately. I know you don’t love my step brother. He is not here, say the truth. I promise not to inform him. Which woman on this earth will settle for a disfigured man?” Caleb with a serious tone. “He is disfigured because of you and your family.” Wendy pointed at him with a frown. “Only say what you are sure of.” Caleb lowered his voice.

“You’re leaving with this man? Are you running off to your husband now?! Bringing shame to my name?!” “Someone’s already disgraced your name! I’ll go with whoever I want! You no longer have a right to interfere in my life! And when you find out the truth about the filth lying next to you, don’t you dare regret it—because after everything you did today, I will never forgive you!” The moment I insulted her, my father’s eyes went dark again. “You’re not half as honorable as Grace! Where did you find this man?! Have you been whoring around with him while pretending to go to work?!”

I can't is too hard. His knees gave up and he slump to the floor. All the beatings, the humiliations, everything, he bore them all till now but he couldn't no more. He ran his blood covered fingers in his mid length hair as a sob escaped him. You're only good at crying and been used and dumped. You can never man up! You're a disappointment! A disgrace! Pathetic bitch! Shameless omega! A weak excuse of a man. "I know." He said out loud in a croaky voice.

How could you stoop so low? Her father shrugged dismissively. ‘If the papers are willing to pay, let’s give them a story, that’s what I say.’ Grace turned away, distaste almost choking her. ‘You have no morals. You are a greedy, sad little man who isn’t even prepared to put the effort into making an honest living.’ ‘And you’re so high and mighty!’ Her father’s temper finally exploded and he stepped towards her, his expression ugly. ‘Why should I take a lesson on manners from a thick, stupid girl who can’t even add up?’