Humiliation From Miss Alika Novels & Stories

You're selfish, I hate you" she cried "Wait , you're crying? I thought its was a good opportunity so you could see felix always" Nirvana said "I know. It's just that I won't be opportuned to see you anytime i want" Aliya said sniffing back her tears "Well, I should be happy since its a good thing my crazy friend would be known by the world right? She added with a smile and hug Nirvana Nirvana gave her a knock on the head "Ouch.. What was that for?" Aliya wince as she disengaged from the hug

I ask her, a little miffed because Abdul will tear me to shreds today. "Buy me some airtime will you?" I pass her a one thousand naira note and she rushes off to get it, no doubt from somewhere she found out earlier. So I lean against a wall and wait for her to return. When I hear footsteps behind me, I turn to meet Ali whom I acted as his wife earlier. He is Ali in real life too. He is smiling weirdly and I instinctively pull my floor length hijab to myself in a bid for protection. I know him, he is a lewd, disgusting human.

Aliyah whispered, “I hate what you made me.” He nodded once, turned, and left without another word. *** Later, as the rain pounded the estate, Aliyah took out her journal. They don’t see me as human. But I will make them feel every wound they gave me. I will become something they never expected — power they can’t control. For my child. For my soul. For the girl they buried.

Chapter 62: When Brent Stayed Silent POV: Aleira The humiliating video from the charity gala had gone viral overnight. It was all over social media, news channels, blogs. Everywhere I looked, my name was being dragged through the mud. Edited clips from the event showed me looking awkward, unrefined, and out of place beside high society elites. Headlines screamed everything from "Single Mom Crashes Gala in Designer Knock-Off" to "Montenegro CEO's Embarrassment: Who Is Aleira Tan?"

"You bitch! How dare you mock me! Now that you're in my hands, who gave you the confidence to keep mouthing off like that?" The slap left a fiery red mark across Lauren's cheek, but she did not lash out. Instead, she let out a cold, mocking laugh. "That's it? That's all you've got? Joe wanted me, not you. And now the man you like has been easily defeated by my husband! So, really, you're just a spoiled little heiress from the Peck family who turned out to be nothing." Liliana's face went crimson with humiliation. She lost all control and screamed, "You filthy whore! I'm gonna tear your mouth apart! And once I'm done with that, I'm going to have a hundred men screw you!"

Élianor Her name is Valérie Montfort and she was my tormentor for three years, she made my daily life a living hell, she orchestrated the humiliations with surgical precision, she rallied the entire school against me, she laughed every time I came home in tears, she said one day, in front of everyone, in front of the entire high school, that I was "a fat, ugly girl who would end up a cashier in a supermarket if she was lucky, because with a face like that and a body like that, she would never make anything of her life." Today, fifteen years later, she is the deputy mayor of this city, she built her career on lies and compromises, she signed shady deals, she took kickbacks, she sold building

by Kieran, she lost several rounds in a row, and the betting chips in front of her dwindled. She was ordered to take off her clothes piece by piece until she was left in only a delicate white lace underwear set that barely covered anything. She was ordered to kneel on the floor and lick Kieran’s expensive leather boots. And she was also ordered to feed fruit to all the winners with her mouth. Every command brought her immense shame and excitement. Her body responded violently to the humiliation, her lower part becoming shamefully wet. And then… the final, fateful round arrived. Lalisa was left with only one last pile of betting chips, while the three Alphas still had a full table of chips. I

"Miss Chen, you are uniquely positioned. Withdraw all preserved evidence from the witness ledger, delete the press room affidavits, and release your claim on Milo Venn's collateralized ending." Aaliyah smiled. Everyone who loved her immediately became alarmed. "That is your offer?" "That is your opportunity." "No, that is a hostage note with bad formatting." Milo shook his head violently. "Don't. Alia, don't. I am not real enough." Aaliyah leaned toward the screen. "You shut your tiny dead mouth." He blinked. She pointed at him. "You were real enough when you named servers after cats. You were real enough when you told me leaking without backups was stupid. You were real enough when I failed

Why did the Goddess give me this bond if I can’t even do the one thing I’m good at? “Move aside, fatty!” Lila’s sharp, mocking voice cut through the noise like a whip. The she-wolf shoved Elara roughly out of the way with her shoulder. Elara stumbled backward, losing her balance and falling hard onto her soft butt in the dirt. She felt pain run through her, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation.

Its beady eyes gleamed, and it hissed before scuttling away into a crack in the molding. Alika sank to her knees, gasping. “Oh my God… I thought…” “I know.” I let out a shaky laugh, though nothing about it was funny. “I thought it was the end too.” But it wasn’t just a rat. I knew it. The bruises on her ankle were real. The hands. The voice. And the ritual… it wasn’t done. “I’ve made mistakes,” I said quietly, kneeling beside her. “I’ve let this curse control too much. But I love you, Alika. I’ve always loved you.”