Book Shame Novels & Stories

She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead. She’d just finished mentally chastising herself for feeding her superstitions and fears with books of that nature and was hurrying to return it to the shelf when she accidently slammed into a firm, immobile body. At first, she thought it was a mannequin, but she soon realized that there was life in that smooth smile and those sparkling brown dark eyes.

When Shamira rolled in, Banshee was angrily throwing whatever book she'd been reading at the dresser, where a pile of books was accumulating. "You read all those already? You've only been here for a few hours!" "They're all boring," Banshee replied grumpily. "I have read them all once already, so I get a few pages in and then want something else." "Would you like me to get you some new books? Or you can read books on your laptop now." Banshee forced herself to sigh. "I should not be complaining. My injuries are a mild inconvenience compared to yours." Shamira met the assassin's gaze. "What happened to me wasn't your fault. You know that, right?"

Then he sighed. Leaning forward, he rested his arms on the table. He gave her his most serious gaze, and his voice did that sexy rumble when he spoke. “Honestly, I think most books like that are silly and a bit cringe, Liv. I feel that way about a lot of self help books,”

A shopping spree that could bankrupt a small country. She didn’t give me a chance to argue. “You need retail therapy,” she said, dragging me toward the Bishop family’s favorite designer boutique... one of those glittering, glass-fronted places where the mannequins looked like they had attitude... “I don’t think shopping cures trauma,” I mumbled. “Of course not,” she replied. “But it does cure the urge to text your ex telling him to choke.” Inside, the store gleamed with polished floors and soft jazz.

blazed red with bitter irony. In the photo, he looked so upright. But who would guess that underneath that mask of righteousness hid a heart so rotten? The sky grew darker, and streetlights flickered on. Dragging my legs that felt as if they were weighted with lead, I finally reached the entrance of our apartment complex. I swiped my card. The gate alarm beeped, flashing red. Harvey really had changed everything. Even my access to the compound had been revoked. Matt Shepard, the security guard, poked his head out of the security booth, a troubled look on his face.

"If you don't die… then I'll marry you." A faint smile touched his lips before his eyes closed. Noah watched, desperate, finally understanding I would never love him again. … Samuel was taken away by ambulance, and I rode with him. The doctor examined the wound, frowning in confusion. "The cut is deep, but it missed everything vital. It'll be painful, but there's no medical reason for him to have lost consciousness." I suddenly started to laugh. I found a soft spot on Samuel's arm and pinched it hard.

"Oh, that's a shame. That was Peter. He is a regular customer of our books section. He usually goes away with an armful of novels but not today I suppose." As they closed the store, Claire bent down to pick up a jacket that had fallen from a rack. Without really thinking she bent at the waist, once more exposing her stunning arse to Mr. Sharma. "Oh, Claire!" he exclaimed. "You have done it again." Claire turned to find another bulge in Mr. Sharma's trousers. She looked up at his apologetic old face, sighed, checked they couldn't be seen from outside and knelt down in front of him.

Shama changed into her nightgown. "That brat must want death." Shama murmured in anger. She went to her study table. The account books and letters were kept there. "I have to take a look at these too." She murmured and sat down on the chair. She put on her spectacles and read the account book. "Hmm...Everything is fine here." She said after some time when she finished reading the account book. "Ah, I have to read and reply to these letters too."

She asked with an almost smile, “Please tell me how I’m being shameless. Is it by placing bids or donating money? Or perhaps…” Her voice became low as she enunciated, “Or perhaps I’m shameless for stealing Ms. Sharon’s opportunity to boast, and that’s why you’re cursing me?” The faces of the Lanes went pale. Meanwhile, the bystanders suddenly made a realization. It seemed that, by spending a little money, Sharon would be able to buy back her reputation by winning the bids for the items. But North unexpectedly showed up. Since Sharon could not bear to spend too much money but could not let go of her pride, she hurled abuse at North and called her shameless.

“You’re standing in one of the most expensive stores in the city unable to pay.” Shannon frowned faintly. “And?” “And you don’t find that embarrassing?” “No.”