Novel & Cerita Disgrace To Manhood

His heart ached, his soul and feelings were hurt. She just didn't want to explain how he was desperately trying to survive when his entire world suddenly collapsed and all he was left with was the disgrace he had to endure for the rest of his life. "Heh, you! An easy woman like you will open her cro**h for a man who can satisfy your desires, and a woman like you will not stop manipulating stories in any way to convince others. You're doing it just for the sake of profit! You and your family are nothing more than the scum of society!!"

Her pace was uneven, her legs trembling from soreness but she kept moving, ducking into corners whenever she heard voices, determined to reach her own cabin unseen. --- Across the hallway, in another room, Vivian woke up with a start. Frustration and embarrassment washed over her as she realized who she had gone to bed with. With a sharp breath, she yanked herself out of bed, clawing at her hair in disbelief. The man on the bed stirred, stretching lazily, a satisfied grin on his lips. It had been long time since he'd been with a woman, much less a rich, striking one like Vivian.

Grace's anger was clear on her face. "But you are not bitch." Not long after they sat down on the chair, a bald head man came in with a pile of books. Class will start soon, their conversation is over without giving Grace the chance to answer Callin's words. 'Little bitch, you want to play with me?!' One message that Grace read when she opened bag, she already knew Mr. Flip's writing that belittled her pride as a stepbrother. 'It seems cool to play with a man who will die miserably. I hope a little slut like me has a long life, until I can sow your body's ashes in the South China Sea'

I wouldn't let him see me lose control. The contempt I felt for Gabriel was palpable. He embodied everything that was wrong with the way some men treated women - entitled, manipulative, and cruel. His actions were a slap in the face to the very concept of masculinity, which was supposed to be about honor, respect, and protection. In short, he was a shame to manhood.

I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

She looked at him proudly and said, "What's wrong? Do you want to hit me? You can do it if you dare!" Then, Grace stuck her head out with a proud look on her face. It was annoying. Any other man would have slapped her back after receiving such humiliation. But evidently, Marsh was not like other men. His eyes turned red. But he did not dare to hit her due to his job being on the line and could only sigh in exasperation. Grace looked at him condescendingly and spat. "You're not a man; you're just a waste of space. Don't bother me in the future!"

he sniffed. "A man like me lost against his girl. lost against his emotinal strength. lost against his love－lost against his love, proved himself worthless and untrustworthy to his girl－prove himself weak against his girl." Grace looked down and let her sobs of relief come out of her throat. Her heart feels light, the shame and humiliation she felt that made an permanant place in her soul－suddenly lift up and lose her body. She feels light and lost that heaviness she has from years ago. She's free, free from the build up emotions and humiliation. Her body and heart are free from the tension.

He looked stunned. I almost never raised my voice at him. “Did you just call me a disgrace? Say it again!” His fingers crushed my wrists. The pain burned, but I did not scream. I was done being quiet. Even if he thought I was weak, I still had pride. He always saw me as a woman chasing his money and fame. If I stayed silent, it would feel like I agreed. “It is the same, Nardy Edwards,” I said. “You are the biggest disgrace in my life.”

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”