Unscramble Dignity Novels & Stories

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?

It would have saved her so much hurt and pain. This time life really played a rude joke on her, because her period came just the next morning. If only it came a day earlier, she wouldn't have had to experience the unnecessary drama. Now not only she had lost face in front of the doctor and his wife, but she had also been terribly hurt by the following fight. The humiliation alone was enough to distress her, but the one thing that stung her the most was his insult. The cruel remark cut her right to the quick. It struck the deepest, most fragile part of her. She thought she had managed to develop a sense of dignity in spite of her shameful background, but deep down inside, she had a long stand

She proved it by setting her jaw and leveling a look at me that said nothing but fuck you. “I'll make it work,” she told me. “Dio, you are so fucking stubborn. Even when all the facts are right in front of your face.” “I'd rather be stubborn than let you rob me of my dignity.” “Dignity?” I cackled. “What dignity? You're strapped to a chair, dirt poor, and owing thousands of dollars, so don't even fucking talk about dignity. You had none to begin with, seeing how eager you were to jump on my dick all those years ago.”

That alone seemed to earn me reluctant approval. “This isn’t forever,” I reminded myself each time I refolded tissue paper into overpriced shoeboxes. “This is for Sophie.” I served difficult clients, charming liars, screaming children, and women who thought standing on marble floors gave them the right to step on someone else’s dignity. But I smiled. I sold. I stood tall. Even when I did not feel tall at all.

“I need your help. This is about my dignity—” “Dignity?” he barked out a dry laugh. “What dignity? Women like you have none. You should be ashamed. Now get out before I throw you out myself. I have nothing to say to you, and I sure as hell won’t help someone like you.” His words pierced something deep inside me. That was it. I didn’t care if he was older, or supposedly respected. I couldn’t let him humiliate me like that.

I couldn't able to complete my sentence when, In a blink of an eye, Xavier grabbed my forearm pinning me harshly on the wall, making me winced in pain. A/P “One’s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.” ~Anonymous

Did you know that, being forced to sleep next to the toilet, when everyone laughed at me, I used to think I was not a human being but an animal, a dog, a pig? “Let me ask you one last time, Ashley, do you have no dignity anymore?” The man was cold as ice. Until now, his inner feelings have never been exposed to the outside, and even others cannot see his thoughts. Who could see the anger and pain hidden in that ice-cold voice, even though he didn't realize it? Ashley's hands on the floor were shaking. Hastily bowing her head, she stared at the floor in front of her. What is dignity and respect?

I didn’t want to cry again or let the pain accumulate in my heart. No matter the tears, I can’t turn back the hands of time. He blocked my way from leaving. “Tell me, Pari. What do you want? Just name it. Cars, a house, fame, or even become my girlfriend, I will do anything,” he begged. “You can never buy my dignity with your filthy money. Money might mean everything to you, but my dignity meant the whole world to me and you snatched that away from me. I can

“My career, my family, my name. But there’s one thing you’ll never take from me — my dignity.” The leader of the group scoffed. “Dignity? You think someone like you has any?” Without hesitation, Rosemary bent down and picked up the sketch from under the woman’s shoe. The paper was dirty, slightly torn, but she held it close to her chest as if it were her last piece of life. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking but firm. “I’m talking about dignity. Because I refuse to stay broken just because the world laughs at me.” “Oh, listen to her!” one of them mocked, shoving her shoulder. “What are you gonna do? Call the cops? Who’d believe a slut like you?”

David and Lacey Montgomery found Lisa on their doorstep seventeen years ago. All she wore was a grubby threadbare onesie, and a gold bracelet with the letters LDM inscribed on the front and a cryptic message on the inside reading, "Don't take this off and please hide her eyes." Over the years, as she had grown, so had the bracelet, and despite every tool imaginable, she couldn't for the life of her remove it. In the end, she had given in, and now it was just another part of her body.