Book Shame Novels & Stories

Steele shoes sales were dropping, and fast! Mrs Steele was bat-shit crazy; after their emergency meeting the week before, she concluded to suppress the Soul-Shoes, a decision that wasn’t one of her best. They’d gone ahead to create a scandal, calling the quality of their Soul-Shoes poor and outrightly dangerous.

According to G****e, a walk of shame is, "an instance of walking back home on the day after an unplanned casual sexual encounter, typically dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening." That's interesting considering I am wearing the same clothes and yet, nobody has ravaged the hell out of my pussy. So why in the hell does this feel like a walk of shame, me, out here on a dark, but warm New York night? Surely, it's not because I had sex. No. I definitely did not do that.

"That was a shitty joke. I didn't realize you were taking it this hard." "They're laughing at me, Celeste," I gasped. "Everyone at school is looking at it. Who would do this to me?!" Celeste shook her head as she led me toward the living room sofa. "Listen to me, Kassidy. You need to decenter shame right now. If it were me, I wouldn’t be so pissed. Because why would anyone shame me for something as ridiculous as an AI picture? It’s fake, everyone knows it's fake. It’s just a bunch of digital code put together by a coward who is too afraid to face you. You didn't do anything wrong, so don't let them make you feel like a criminal."

Shame she had to be Gian’s daughter. I remember the words of some business partners and I couldn’t help but feel annoyed with how her name sounds on their mouths. She was a myth basically. I’ve seen her around galas and balls here in the city. She always looked divine from afar. And although it’s difficult to tell one’s intelligence by their physique, Mari was different. The way she carried herself made her look respected--smart. Her gaze clearly says that she’s studying you. It was the simple things that made me believe she’s as gifted as they say. Like the way she discreetly covers her drink when she’s talking to a stranger. The way she narrows her eyes when she’s listening. And when she d

Celestine told me. “No wonder you don’t understand when I tell you am admiring my Shamba boy. Your affair was more emotional, for me my thing is just physical nothing more. I don’t need to have him sorting my emotional problems but physical problems.”

doubt crossed her face,she folded Ber hands together. "Then why are you holding a file in your hands." We both looked at the file and the ten commandment book held in my hands. shit how can I forget to his it."well...this are the name of all the people that died," she nodded her head in fake understanding like a dumb bitch she was . "Why are your clothes see through.. I can practically see the bra you are wearing...don't tell me you are now whoring around?"

I shake my head and went to take a seat on the side. The dark color couch came into my view once approaching the corner and I place my shoulder bag on top of it as my eyes roamed around the shop. My eyes stop at the certain piece of artwork hanging on the wall as I examine the beautiful-looking artwork. "What is this" unknowingly to my own body, I'm now standing right in front of the piece of artwork that was placed at the other corner of the shop. "Ahh you can't pick that one this time..." he rubbed the nape of his neck and I observe him some more.

“I didn’t say I meant it, but sure… whatever!” Craig shrugged, but Amara didn’t mind. She just smiled wider as they stepped into the elevator. “Hm… Since you said you could be my ‘brother,’ the first thing I’m going to get from my favorite boutique is your treat.” She teased him, laughing as Craig groaned. “What boutique? If it’s a thrift shop, then no problem—you can buy the whole store.” He said arrogantly, making Amara grin. “Shane’s Collection. Don’t worry, I’ll only pick what you can afford…”

“You want my approval? Then show me you can eliminate threats, and don’t let emotions cloud your judgment.” Frustrated by his father’s disregard for anything resembling morality, Edgar can feel the darkness of Kingston’s greed seeping into him. While in school, Edgar becomes captivated by Dr. James. The warmth and gentleness of the doctor contrast sharply with the vile energy surrounding him. When Edgar discovers Dr. James struggling with his car after class, he offers help, though his deeper intention is to foster a connection.

She frowned, not even aware she was unbuttoning his shirt until her fingers touched the smooth expanse of his chest. His dusting of dark hair tickled her fingers as she worked her way down the buttons. “What did he do?” “Burned up about a million dollars worth of…merchandise.” Shane seemed bemused that she was undressing him. Since she was a little bewildered by the decision herself, Mia pretended like it wasn’t anything unusual for her to assist him. He looked exhausted and filthy. Who wouldn’t appreciate a hand? It didn’t mean anything. And if