Disgrace の小説・ストーリー

Torrey asked, his tone devoid of any emotion. Ivy felt her heart sink as those words sailed into her ears. 'Disgrace?' Had her grandfather just referred to her brother, his grandson as a disgrace? She was fazed. She knew Jordan had told her about Torrey's resentment towards him, she hadn't thought it was that bad. Everyone seemed to have changed a lot and it surprised Ivy. "Disgrace?" Ivy muttered, heartbreak lacing her tone as she reciprocated his inscrutable gaze. "Of course..." Torrey shrugged, fidgeting with the pen in his hand. "Haven't you heard what he did?"

“Are you happy now? That my name is being dragged through the mud because of you? Tarnished like that? Go to your room. The sight of your face disgusts me.” The words struck harder than any slap. Zara’s throat burned, but she swallowed her cries and ran off timidly, her heart hammering in her chest as she fled up the stairs. Behind her, Adrian turned back to his mother, his voice clipped. “Mum, it’s no big deal. The damage is done, but it’ll pass with time.” His mother’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer. “Pass? You think disgrace just disappears? That shameless girl is ruining everything we’ve worked for all these years. I really hate her, Adrian. Do something

“You’re only making this harder for yourself. If you resist, the press will hear about it, and you’ll leave this company in disgrace. Is that what you want?” I met his glare head-on. “Disgrace comes from betrayal, not resistance. And what you’ve all done here today will be remembered, for years.” The MD cleared his throat again, leaning in with mock concern. “Darla, you should accept this with grace. Don’t make this uglier than it needs to be.” Grace. The word nearly made me laugh again. They expected me to bow my head, to smile while they drove the knife deeper. I rose from my chair, my hands flat on the table. “You’ve made a g

DISMAY. Consternation and distress, typically caused by something unexpected. A feeling of disappointment or sadness. Driven by the devastating revelation that Josh was not only Dylan's doctor but his death was connected to Dylan, Anna hurriedly returned to her apartment—Hannah's old residence. While the police had concluded their investigation into the recent break-in as an unsuccessful search for valuables, Anna's intuition (and her new information about Hannah) told her otherwise. As she walked over towards her apartment, the cold dread in her stomach coiled tighter with every step. The familiar route to her neighbourhood felt alien now, haunted by the ghost of Hannah and the tragic spect

“nothing… when are you guys planning to leave?” “after this semester but I had to get gpa above 9.00. its really tuff. I am thinking about leaving swimming club. I mean I have to leave it anyway.” I didn’t know he can be this insensitive. He is still thinking about himself. I felt like total waste. It waste my three years loving him unconditionally. It was for nothing. I felt like it would have been better if I just focused more in things that matter like career, future and all that like him. But I will now. Now lets get over this evening.

she laughed and continued "So we have been communicating frequently since then. Actually disgust made me stop crushing on him" "Disgust?" She really didn't understand what comfort was driving at. "Yes, the fact that he could stoop so low to have s*x with someone he wasn't romantically involved with in a public toilet disgusts me" "Ohhhh" she found what Fidelia said very reasonable. "But how sure are you they aren't dating?" She had her doubt. "Well, that was what he told me" she said as she picked up her phone and stood up "Where are you off to?"

The firm withdrew my termination, admitted the earlier statement had been released without independent review, and publicly apologized to me, Lila Brooks, and every affected candidate. Soon after, Columbia University suspended all of Henry Hale's honorary titles and advisory roles. Wharton announced that Isabelle was under investigation for major plagiarism and academic misconduct and that her enrollment and competition honors were suspended pending the result. The New York Arts Association froze all projects under Grace Walker-Hale's foundation and began auditing the identity and funding records behind it. I read the news one item at a time, then shut off my phone. My mother sat beside me,

“Unfortunately, you no longer have that opportunity.” Seeing that I remained unmoved, Mom dropped to the ground and began wailing. “My life is so miserable. God, how could you treat me like this? That man abandoned me, and now even my daughter doesn’t want me!” “Enough, Mary. You went too far today. Family matters should be kept private. It was just a door lock. Did you really have to humiliate Mom in front of so many people? Don’t forget what you did at the birthday party, too. You disappeared without leaving a word. All the relatives were laughing at us,” Jessie said angrily while stamping her foot. She demanded that I apologize to Mom.

The exam scores were out, and naturally, my classmates did not perform as well as they did in their previous lives, having missed one of the tests. The impact of missing one test was enough to drop the quality of the college that someone could have gone to by a tier or two. Many of my classmates would end up either in vocational schools or go straight to work in construction sites or factories. "It's okay. Like I said, it's all in the past. After tasting the sweetness of Nina's lollipop, you can now taste the bitter hardship of life." I didn't accept their apologies. I walked straight into the mansion, treating them as insignificant pedestrians.