Disgrace To Manhood Novels & Stories

I began, my voice sharp as shattered glass, “dare to compare yourself to her?” She whimpered. I took a step closer. “You think a woman’s worth is decided by the men she can please? You think spreading your legs makes you valuable? You think simpering flattery can erase the fact that you are a liar, a coward, and a disgrace to every woman with a shred of dignity?” Each word dripped with venom.

"Why? You don't even know if I’m telling the truth. What if I am truly a scandal? What if I am a disgrace? And what if I am lying?" Bonny stopped what he was doing, his hand resting on the edge of the bookshelf. "Because, Oma, a 'disgrace' doesn't run toward a dishwasher's job in a freezing coastal town to protect her child. A disgrace stays in the penthouse and signs the NDA for a million dollars. You’re a fighter. And in my experience, fighters are the only people worth saving."

"You're out here stressing, losing your mind, and wasting your time over a girl who didn't even give you a single second glance the moment a billionaire showed up with his empire. She traded you up in a heartbeat. You gotta prove you're still a man, fgs. Don't sit here and let some manipulative girl make you look like a complete, desperate sucker in front of every single guy who knows you. It’s embarrassing." Their words felt like a sequence of brutal, physical punches to my chest. It was one thing hearing that toxic garbage from a snake like Vivian at the office, but hearing it from my own close friends hit completely different. It cut straight through my pride and made my blood boil becaus

Correction, the man I was, because that was until I met this soul. Having been a victim of injustice, I subjected myself to unleashing all the animosity of that injustice on any whore that I sprawled beneath me. Sorry, not flaunting, but my plethora and hot looks are like a spark to women. A simple single look earns me any babe that I fucking show interest in, and they crawl to me with their pants dribbling wet. Women are to be fucked and tossed aside like garbage, and that is how I have enjoyed life while awaiting for that particular one.

A pig! "I ask you one last time, Jane child, you really do not want dignity?" The man is cold, he has always been form of color does not show in the outside, others can not pry into his mind. Who can see, this cold voice, buried under the indignation and pain, even he himself, did not notice. Jane child's hands propped up on the ground, trembling. Hurriedly hung his head, staring at the ground in front of him. Dignity, what is dignity?

"You are entirely stripped of your two point five billion dollars. You are officially, permanently a completely diseased, penniless animal. And animals explicitly eat exactly what their absolute master aggressively throws onto the filthy floor." Aryan violently squeezed his actively bleeding, heavily blistered lips completely shut. The sheer, absolute degradation was violently crushing his microscopic, remaining shred of human dignity. He awkwardly, agonizingly tried to push his violently shivering, half-naked body entirely back against the freezing iron boiler pipe, desperately trying to completely retreat from the putrid, foul-smelling garbage. His entirely mangled, heavily crushed right h

he fumes. "Even in my last moments, that is, if you will have the privilege to witness it which I highly doubt, I will still slap the truth to your dirty ugly face, Leon - that you are nothing but a worthless man who should never be counted as a man among men, because you are a divine disgrace to manhood. Real men build themselves up, they make themselves respected through their efforts. Through thick and thin, they stand up for themselves. They build a name for themselves. But look at you and tell me even just a single thing that you have done for yourself." I pause giving him time to think.

But the more one shows disdain and indifference, the more the other wants to prove oneself: "Let me tell you this, I already had a woman at eighteen! She will always be mine and never betray me." "This whore Freya White!" The man in the vest stood by the door, his hand on the handle. He turned around slowly, his body relaxed and his back straight. He raised an eyebrow, condescendingly saying: "Are you making up a joke to save your pathetic ego? I've told you, you're too weak to be a man, and you don't deserve to live in this world. You should never dream of winning a woman's heart. Your genes are garbage and need to be discarded."

On the path of revenge, you have to throw away the righteous… I exhaled to show my frustration as I ran my hands in my hair. I felt humiliated, that's not me. 'She deceived you' My mind tried to justify my act but it cannot give me any consolation as I felt utterly disgraced. “SHIT!” I threw away my dignity, just in hatred. I groaned in annoyance, my mind was clouded with mixed emotions of contamination, hatred and sadness. ‘Please someone guide me before I lose my track of virtue’

I didn’t want to imagine what it’d feel like growing under the roof of such a man. “For all the guts you have in you, what has it brought you?” His voice was cold and sent chills down my spine, “You have been discarded, disgraced, and put out like filth from the person you have devoted your entire existence to. I wonder what it’d feel like having that done to me.” I was trying not to let his words get to me. The more I tried, the more I failed. He had made a strong point but I wasn’t going to give up this fight so easily.