The Disgraced Novels & Stories

Disreputable Adjective: Not respectable in character or appearance. "This is BBC Radio 4 and here is the news read by Chris Aldridge." "The artist son of The Duke of Shettleham, Jasper Neyve, who is the Marquis Prybourn was photographed by the press early this morning rescuing a runaway horse at the gates of Hyde Park. It seemed that the rescue happened on the spur of the moment as Marquis Prybourn was naked except for a pair of women's red silk and lace underwear. He ran across the road and jumped on the back of the horse to stop it, running into traffic. When asked about his attire, the Marquess said that he jumped out of bed and his girlfriend's pants were the first thing he picked up. He

Leaning back slightly, she read the memo on her phone, “We regret to inform you that we are currently undergoing a problem with regards to one of our clients. Recently, a client had issued a court order over the immediate closure of Ardere. Rest assured, we will fight as much as we could. However, if we do fail, we want to be honest and tell you that if matters don’t get better, we have decided to close down Ardere. The decision to close down this establishment was not an easy one…. Blah, blah, blah. Ah! Here! Bryan replied and asked just what the client was blabbering about. Apparently, one entertainer stole his wallet during his bachelor party. The entertainers at Ardere were adamant that

“We followed your trail down to the Mid Forest and saw you slumped down with an enforcer over you. We killed and got you out just in time, but your pup died.” The mention of the enforcer brought back the scent of Zach's betrayal, and the brutal reality of my torn womb hit me like a silver blade. A scoff ripped through me as I heard that I lost my pup, I don't blame the pup, I would have gone if I was dragged through the woods like that. My wolf howled a silent, mourning cry, her spirit shattered by the loss of the tiny life we were supposed to protect. Seeing that I wouldn't say anything further apart from a scoff, he did something with his head, and the one called Marcus came forward with a

Susan’s expression darkened. “I didn’t ask for your validation about him. Do your worst!” Wendy snapped. Susan screamed, waving her hands. “I will expose you today. You are married yet you are having an affair with your boss, Jerry. Is that how low you could go because you are married to a disfigured man? Do you need to be reminded about your marital vows?” Those who had pretended not to see what was happening at Wendy’s desk suddenly gasped. Murmurings filled the air as they were concerned about how a beautiful lady like Wendy ended up with a disfigured man.

My loyalty, her disappointment and relief could be easily seen in her brown eyes but I chose not to let it bother me much. I knew that the bloody ‘L’ word was quite unlucky for me and it was going to bite me in the ass if I let it consume me. Last time I said that, I ended up being an orphan. My father didn’t give two shits whether we loved him or not, he was too consumed by his greed for money and my mother was nothing without him.

Every outlet had a different spin, but they all agreed on the same core narrative: betrayal, deviance, and disgrace. Some were subtle in their cruelty: “An elite soldier turned reclusive mercenary, is this the man you want guarding the world’s most powerful CEOs?” Others were bolder: “Hartwell Disowns Asher: Billionaire Heir Caught in Scandalous Romance with Former Fiancée’s Husband.” Comments flooded in. “This is why families fall apart. No morals.” “Can’t even stay loyal to your blood? Pathetic.” “Disgusting that he kissed that man in public. On camera. What a disgrace.”

His words through the telecom being "Show her out.." Well technically I was already out... Sitting crossed leg in front of his door under the burning sun with a cheap vodka bottle in my hand was I...the so called unwanted disgraceful bit** His words from 2 years back not mine..... With each harsh word he ever spoke for me ..I rewarded my self with a gulp of the nasty throat burning liquid... Gold digger Disgrace Cheating wh*** Slu* Unfaithfully Unloved Finally the bottle was finished...and my eyes were drowning in tears...

She had pleaded as well, but he had only turned a deaf ear. Now he was in her shoes. Just like her, he was about to sustain disgrace, people reiterating the story to make him look worse than he was, and scorn. This was him losing it all, but in his case, it was his dignity, respect, home, and love. If second chances were real, then he must have been skipped during the distribution. “What about those who wanted to stand by me? Is there no one who has any faith in me?” Grim asked, looking at the assembly. “Surely there are some people who want me to stay.”

Powerful, rich men like him were all same–greedy, lustful, domineering and disgusting. “So, you realise your mistake now? Do I repulse you, Maverick? I mean, you stopped the moment I told you I was raped several times-“ “Grace.” He watched me carefully, his expressions turning opaque. I glare at him, stepping closer until I was treading on his foot.

I had not expected some kind of great changed come from lick after our divorce but who could imagine that he could become more a piece of trash? Now in front of Mr Luther and these police officers that were strangers to us including the sales assistance he was trying to make me look bad like an awful vindictive woman who didn't care for a little child and could watch them cry in front of her without being so much as moved even a little bit. But while everyone saw the current pathetic scene that's painted me as a complete villain they did not see what I had experienced in my previous life. There was a time I was terribly sick before I had ended up in the hospital where they did not even bothe