The Disgraced Novels & Stories

"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."

His face, always so controlled and handsome, now looked wrecked, swollen, and streaked with red. He tried to move, and a soft groan escaped him, the sound of pride breaking. For a moment, Lucy just watched him. Not out of hate. Not even pity. Just disbelief. This was Greg DiMarco, the man who once ruled rooms with a single look, who made empires tremble and people obey. Now, his hands twitched helplessly against the floor, searching for something to hold on to, power, dignity, maybe even forgiveness. But there was nothing left to grasp.

“I think it’s related to Morgan and Geena .The culprits we are tracking seem to have been in contact with someone a Mr. Algonzo. Further Investigations revealed He wasn’t just anyone. He used to be one of Morgans senior men. Very Trusted. He was let go , disgraced . By Morgan a few months back.” The name sounds foreign to me . “I have never heard of him….” Desmond takes a deep breath and then says. “Once he was let off, his life’s work crumbled. He lost his money, his standing, his reputation. His family couldn’t handle the shame they left him. Since then, he’s been homeless moving from street to street .. Always half-drunk, always bitter. And very loud. Telling anyone who would listen how M

By morning, I was sitting on a curb with my head between my knees, wondering how someone could fall so far so fast. I used to wear tailored suits. Now I wore whatever I could find. I used to command rooms. Now people crossed the street to avoid me. During the day, I collected bottles. At night, I slept wherever security wouldn’t chase me away. My pride died piece by piece. Hunger has a way of killing dignity without asking permission. And through all of it, one name kept echoing in my head. Julia. That bitch was the turning point. The excuse they used. The justification. The reason Hurst Corp turned their backs on me like I was poison.

Now, I was one of the disgraced, one of the ones that the alpha had deemed unworthy. I left the cage speechless as I had not even expected to be out of it that day. The pack, once my followers, now stared. Their gazes held pity and scorn. I could feel their eyes on me, judging, whispering behind their paws. The whispers were relentless, a constant hum of 'traitor' and 'punished.' He had been found guilty of undermining the alpha's authority, of daring to question his decisions. The accusations had been a whirlwind, a storm of words that left me reeling. I had been proud, and arrogant, and had believed my opinion mattered. I had been wrong.

“They have truly disgraced me.” It wasn’t just his pride as a man that had been tarnished, but also his status as an alpha. Estelle and Wade’s actions had struck right at the heart of a life built on prestige, dealing him a merciless blow. He was a respected man and a revered alpha who should never have been treated like this. Now, he felt utterly and unforgivably humiliated.

“Don't act dumb and stop bringing disgrace to this family.” “Disgrace?! But everything that's happening is not my fault. I'm your daughter! Can't you see that I'm the one who's being disgraced?!” “What we see is a selfish, ungrateful woman who refuses to accept reality,” my father says coldly. “Vanessa is a good woman. A kind woman. She has been through hell and instead of showing her compassion, you were screaming at her and treating her like garbage!” “She's not who you think she is!” I plead desperately. “She's sly and manipulative and—”

Disgraceful. Even when Old Harry had dropped dead in his chambers a week after the Grady whore had swung and the Funeral Contractors’ premises had burned down with him in it, he’d only felt amusement. Another Hell Master caught so short? Walmesley should have learned from de Montalt’s mistake. He would never make that error. Age bore too many risks for their kind, even a gambler like himself.

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

My voice was cold, final, each word a bullet. "A woman who supports her son’s wayward life, who encourages his infidelity, who welcomes his mistress into her home like some twisted family reunion…" My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my chest heaving. "You’re no woman." My voice was a snarl, my lips peeling back in disgust. "You’re a disgrace."