Humiliation From Miss Alika Novels & Stories

Her hand rested comfortably on his chest, her body leaning into his as if they belonged together. Lila detached herself from Daniel and approached me slowly, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown to my destruction. Murmurs grew louder around us. “What kind of outfit is that?” someone sneered loudly. “A provocative outfit for a charity event,” another voice mocked. “She looks like a stripper. What a slut.” The words hit me like physical blows. In that instant, my world came crashing down around me. I had been deceived, set up, and humiliated on purpose.

Alger frowned and said, "How shameless are you! Do you still want to spend that kind of money? Why are you still laughing? You are shameless!" "You're right!" Gloria suddenly shouted. She shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'm shameless! Shame on me! I am that so-called whore in your mouth!" Alger slapped Gloria in the face again in anger. He roared angrily, "Bitch! You are so cheap! I'll say this to you again. Change your job! Now! Don't ever go to a shitty place! We can't afford to be humiliated again!" Gloria quietly looked at the middle-aged man in front of her.

Instead of successfully embarrassing Alice, she herself was humiliated in front of everyone. "Mr. Raphael, you have to pay for what you've done. You think you can just toy with me like this!" Anggia exclaimed angrily. She still couldn't accept that Raphael had played her. Who would have thought that the person she had invited all the way to Jakarta for potential collaboration would now humiliate her in front of everyone? "Don't be angry, Miss Anggia. I think you deserve all of this. Maybe now you'll learn not to belittle others. Money doesn't always buy power."

She clenched her left fist and connected it to Elita's Jaw, sending her off balance and landing on the floor. "I will punch you again on your pretty fake face until you need to do another surgery, Fottuto pezzo ddi merda" Alita said through clenched teeth, pure disgust laced in her voice. She steps out of her curtain with a fake smile, hiding all the pain, anger, disgust, and tiredness in it. Alita did what she have to do in order to live, in order to feed, and in order to not be in the street. She danced.

Aliyah made sure she placed emphasis on her words, her tone coated in mockery. Natalia stormed angrily out of her summoned box. Aliyah stepped out as well. Natalia closed the distance between them. “Shut your fucking mouth, you bitch!” Natalia breathed heavily, her rage blazing. Still calm, Aliyah stepped and leaned in, she whispered, low enough that only Natalia could hear, “You have lost this game Natalia. You fucking loser.” Aliyah scoffed. “Pathetic little fragile thing, Romero has moved on. You should too.” Aliyah ened with a giggle.

My eyes darkened with rage. “Alpha,” she purred, stepping toward me. “You look exhausted. Overworked. I thought I might ease your strain.” “Get out.” Her smile widened. She circled me slowly, her perfume heavy in the air. “Why do you deny yourself all of these? A human girl with no social standing , no grace and obviously no manners. She embarrasses you at every turn. Everyone knows you only parade her around to spite the elders.” Her hand lifted toward my chest. “But me… I could give you what you truly want.”

Georgia asked irritatingly, probably from our little fight just now. " Who are you?!, " The lady mimicked Georgia using a not so good british accent. Then I recognized her. Abiola. " Didn't I tell you I don't want to see your face again!" I bellowed angrily. " Didn't I tell you I dont want to see your face again, " She mimicked me, " How would I know you're here, when you dropped me off in the middle of the road and sped away? " She was right tho. But still. She walked away and I just watched her. Something stirred inside me.

She gasped, tears springing to her eyes from the pain and humiliation. Her robe was completely untied now, hanging open, exposing pale skin and the fact that she wore nothing underneath. Alisa finally released her hair. Maddison collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, panting and shaking, wet strands plastered across her face. Alisa stood over her, breathing steadily, her expression blank. At that moment, Malakai wheeled himself into view, his expression thunderous. Anita hurried forward. "Malakai—what is going on? Why is she—Alisa, what are you doing?"

"After you went crying to the whole damn city that me and my friends gangbanged you? I've seen you inside and out already, haven't I? What the fuck is left to hide? You don't get privacy anymore, Alessia. You made our business public. Now your shame is public. Move." Her eyes, wet, locked onto the gun. The fight drained out of her entirely, replaced by a devastating, slow acceptance of the humiliation. Her hands were shaking violently as she reached for the zipper on her dress. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, but she didn't make a sound. She was crying silently, her chin trembling as the fabric slid down her body and pooled around her ankles. She stood before me in her lace underwear,

I was so intoxicated that I’d hurt her like a man should never hurt a woman. “Molly..” “You know now..” she shuddered, her eyes welling up with tears, “I hated you so much. You were my friend.” I watched her step into the tub and I stood there like an idiot. We were mates so of course she was linking me with her mind. Everything I did that night came barreling back to me—the drinking, the drugs, the women, her... She told me to go away and she wasn’t interested, but I...