Novel & Cerita Disgrace To Manhood

the woman said, almost casually, as though she were reciting a fact. My teeth sank into my lower lip until I tasted blood. Shame curled through me, stinging sharper than any blade. My family’s name, our pride, our legacy had already been stained because of me. Because of my frail body, my weakness, my failure. If my parents heard whispers of such gossip spreading through the pack, their hearts would break beneath the weight of humiliation. “That was a weak one. This woman is different,” the man said with a short laugh. His words struck like stones against my chest, cruel and deliberate.

The streetlights cast a soft glow over the quiet road, and the noise of the city seemed distant and muted. They walked side by side in silence for a while, the only sound the rhythmic crunch of their footsteps on the pavement. Adrian finally broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his voice low, “you’re the first person to treat me like a human being since everything fell apart.” Grace glanced at him, her expression calm but curious. “Why wouldn’t I?” Adrian let out a bitter laugh. “Because I’m Adrian Williams, the disgraced son of the great Henry Williams. The guy who ruined his family’s name and lost everything.”

As Noah drove home, all he could think about was what he had watched, and how that pissed him off. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, wanting to punch something as hard as he could. What the heck was this world turning into, with everyone doing what they wanted, men beating women like it meant nothing, and licking their blood? Damn! He shook his head. What the hell was that anyway? Was that something that people do now, just to feel they were in power, or it was just that man he had watched on the screen with Grace?

He didn’t expect me to say that out loud. “Don’t push your luck,” his warnings meant nothing to me. “Or what? You’ll drain my bank accounts like you always do?” I continued blabbering until his face turned white from embarrassment. “He is so shameless, feeding off a woman." “He is a disgrace to men out there.” “People like him give men like us a bad name.” The crowd overheard our discussion and rained insults on him. It was endless, and I was enjoying his disgrace. “You win this one, Layla Ross. We are over,” he said, storming out.

Involuntarily, my mind went to his words, I don't even know why they affected me so much but for some reason, they did. “Have you ever taken a good look at yourself in the mirror? Even if you "were" dying to be with me, I still wouldn't have given you a chance. You are as shapeless as a plank, with no ass, and no tits, and your personality, if you even have one, is probably as dull as a doorknob. Your face is the most boring face I have ever laid my eyes on, it's a total snooze-fest, that could put anyone to sleep. And I am truly, utterly disgusted by your man hands.”

And no matter what I did, he always found fault in it and if there were none, he would create it. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized me up and down, his lips entwining into a snicker. “ You’re a disgrace. ” He wrangled the words as if they were a wet shirt, each word coming out slowly and dripping with disappointment. The reek of his disappointment filled the room, suffocating me. “ Do you have any idea what this means? Twenty men, lost because of you. Because you couldn’t keep them alive, couldn’t protect them, couldn’t bring them back from a simple mission.”

He spoke in utter plain disgust and his way of talking shattered her pride deeply. "Did you get your answer you bitch? Am not the least bit attracted to you. And not even any other woman." He gritted out shattering her pride even more. He was insulting her capabilities as a woman and that she couldn't please a man. He tightened his fists around her hair before throwing her towards the cold floor instantly making her to hit the cold floor harshly. She winced again in pain. Her body was already trembling in fear and now her pride was being shattered.

He could not help but retch several times. “D*mn! What a worthless piece of trash! If I see a person like that, I’ll indeed slap him hard. He’s truly a disgrace to all men! He’s a great shame to us men just by living!” Covey Chad appeared quite speechless. In fact, he was a gangster and would certainly look down on the kept man. Besides, the kept man was very useless and worthless too.

“You think you’re protecting yourself, but all I see is a man too proud to survive.” The words hit harder than she meant them to. His jaw tightened, pain flickering across his face before he masked it with anger. He took a step closer. “You think this is pride? I walked away from everything. From power, money—my name—because it destroyed people. I won’t be that man again.” Her eyes softened despite herself. “And what happens when there’s nothing left of you to fight with?” He didn’t answer. For a moment, only the rain spoke, tapping against the window in uneven rhythm.

Sophia scoffed; she was really ready to give out trouble; she really had no idea Grace can be mad sometimes. “Wow! Wow! Wow! Is that a question? Why would I be ashamed of that?The shameless man is supposed to net, because he had no idea he treated me wrongly.” Grace said she really hates when someone is trying to make her look so foolish or stupid. “Why don't you just leave my man?" Sophia yelled. “Your man? Your man, you say? As a woman, why would you want such a man after seeing what he did to me? Or better still, as a woman, who would you throw yourself on a man? I guess you can even propose to him.” Grace said.