Disgrace To Manhood の小説・ストーリー

“Two years of my life wasted on you. I didn’t touch you because I respected you, and in just one night, you spread your legs for another man like the whore you are?” His words cut deeper than any blade.I stood frozen in the corner, unable to speak, unable to defend myself. My throat felt tight, and my body wouldn’t move. My father sighed heavily. “No child of mine will bring disgrace to this pack,” he said. “You have been a disgrace since birth. You finally found someone willing to accept you, and with your foolish, reckless behavior, you ruined it. Tell me—who in this pack will ever want to settle for you now?”

You and your disgusting father had the guts to cause some scandal in my head and lie to the general public making it look like I am a slut which I know that I am not and I don't care what anyone thinks about me . "well that's one thing ,you all don't know ,how about Clara ,there are so many men in this world that would love an regard you as a real human and not like an animal that you are now but what did you do ,you carried your cheap self and opened your disgusting legs to my husband ,I know you seduced him at his weak point and threw your cheap self at him because that's how cheap you are ,you aren't worth a piece of something good ,you are just a disgusting piece of shit .

He had many doubts about his ability to succeed, yet he persisted. "Hon, don't be discouraged," his wife would continuously remind him. "You are meant to carry on your family's legacy. You are destined for the greatest things the world has to offer. Just because you failed today does not mean you are a total failure. No, you should bounce back and do better." "It's exhausting to prove myself to them. I don't think they even see my worth. I'll never be good enough for them." "Then maybe it's about time to stop proving yourself to them. You don't even have to prove them wrong, 'hon. Just keep doing your best, okay? You know who you are, what you're worth, and what you're capable of."

he taps him on his shoulder. "I've lost everything, Lucien. Everything I worked hard for. I fell in the blink of an eye and it's all because of the woman I married. If only I handled my affairs alone. If only I didn't listen to her. This would have never happened. I wouldn't have been one that would be pushed out of my home. I wouldn't be a laughing stock to the people. Now, Juliet and Brianna will have to pay for my folly. We will now live in perpetual shame. I'm a disgrace!" He sputters and raises his head, his eyes so puffy and red. "What exactly are you saying?" Lucien's brow furrows. "You think yourself a disgrace because you fell? No one is above mistakes and it doesn't matter how long

He looked at his daughter on the ground and the disgust that moved through his expression was the specific disgust of a proud man watching his carefully constructed public image being dismantled and there was nothing he could do to save it. "Out of every man in this entire city," he said and his voice came out choked and disbelieving, "you chose the gardener?." He stared at Selene. "Our family gardener?! And you even allowed yourself to get pregnant!." He yelled while putting his hand on his chest and swayed slightly, causing the man beside him to step closer instinctively. "You are a disgrace! A complete and total disgrace to this family! I regret ever having a child like you!."

Someone had started a petition demanding we be banned from every private club in Manhattan. I walked for blocks without a destination, just moving because standing still felt impossible. Ended up outside the Chrysler Building staring up at my office forty-three floors above street level. Everything I'd built was up there. My company, my reputation, my carefully constructed life. And it was all crumbling because I'd thought I was smarter than everyone else, thought I could game the system, thought women were puzzles to be solved instead of people to be respected. Grace had been right. I was going to regret this. Was already regretting it in ways I hadn't known were possible.

They either wept and fell to their feet, begging for mercy, or they stormed off, demanding that he meet their demands—in other words, pay them more. He had dealt with both of those types with ruthlessness. But Bianca? She had spurned him. Yes, she had given in to him, but only after putting up a helluva fight. And when she walked off, it was with dignity, having literally rubbed his nose into the ground. What Bianca had said made him feel ashamed of himself. Yes, he was guilty of using and discarding women. But he had never felt any remorse, not till this evening. The Pet ahd held up a mirror to him and he did not like what he saw. She had shown him how he was just a man-whore, moving from o

"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.

His jaw was clenched, muscles tense and I sprung into action when I couldn't handle it anymore. "Veer say something." My voice was thick with emotions, throat clogging as I failed to explain him my situation. I knew he was silent because he was waiting for me to give him some logical explanation but I didn't have any. I knew it. How could I possibly explain the man that I was a broekn woman who was scared of fire, I was not the strong one between us. I was a weak and broken and fragile. And that was the reality. A humorless chuckle escaped his lips and he clenched his fists again, his one hand smashing on the glass table breaking it into pieces. His hand bled and I ached to tend to it but th