Book Shame Novels & Stories

the lady unbottons two at the top of her shirt, revealing more of her pink neon bra. Shyra stood in disbelief, "Excuse me, I'm standing here" she spat at the lady in the counter and glared daggers at her. "Shyra, what is with you? She's just being funny, god-" Shane retrieves the card from the lady and whispered out an apology to her. The lady smirked at Shyra, "It's fine, sir. Must be a handful handling a

Friendly overtures, attempts to prove she was not a crazy sex fiend. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she told herself. Just because her relationship did not look like most everyone else’s did not make it bad. Compared to some so-called normal relationships, hers was far healthier for everyone involved. But stuck in her head was the image from a movie she had once seen where a crowd of scandalized people had hissed and pointed at the heroine: Shame! Shame on you! Shame! “Why are we stopping?” Alexei was immediately alert, sliding along the seats to the driver’s window and pulling it open. “What is up?”

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.

"Shameless? The book's called Shameless?" "Yes", she said with a small hint of a smile. Great. I was joining a book club that might have been filled with horny women who read erotica for entertainment.

The thought is a small, bitter comfort because nothing stings like betrayal. My gaze slides left and locks on the bookshelf. Old wood, a little scuffed, shelves stuffed with returned paperbacks and a few knick-knacks, mismatched bookends, a ceramic owl, a stack of defunct menus someone shoved in a hurry. The bottom shelf sags, the base leaning a fraction out from the wall. Whoever stocked it last time did a sloppy job. It is not anchored. My brain flips through possibilities like cards, fast and clean.

Every review claimed the same thing. "The villainess dies the most miserable death in romance history." Normally, I wouldn't care. But then someone spoiled the villainess's name. Serena. My name Curiosity became obsession overnight. I skipped lunch, ignored my assignments, and visited every bookstore in town searching for one copy. Every time I arrived, the shelves were empty. Then today... One lonely copy sat on the display shelf like destiny itself. The owner had refused to sell it because someone had reserved it. So... I borrowed it.

Sharmaine is standing in front of the mirror, she is wearing a snow white dress, her body is slim and attractive, her face is as beautiful as a sculpture, the most beautiful things in the world are concentrated on Sharmaine, she has smooth skin like silk, she has eyes as beautiful as the sky, and lips as luscious and plump as acerola. She touched her face, tears slowly falling down her cheeks, today she would be a sinner, she would become an obnoxious person and forever lose the qualification to be the person Augustus loved.

She said: “I don't have your cup at home, but I just saw it again. I 'll give this to you.” She smiled and said: “The purpose of this kind of book is to make readers sad after reading it. You fell into the trap.” I turned to look at her. After Shelby spread the word that Will was a partner, wouldn't she feel embarrassed to receive such a thing ? I couldn't laugh, but I still answered: “It looks good.” A feeling of not being able to catch her.

The scratch that they found at the cross was due to the cross falling from a high place and causing the cross to break in two. They both thanked him before walking out of the church. Shana decided to stop by the bookstore to pick up some books to read over the weekend since neither of them had anything else to do. The rest of the day went by quickly. They spend the rest of the day at home. Shana was sitting in the living room, reading a book she had recently purchased. It wasn't just any ordinary book; it was filled with dirty talk. Shana was obviously so preoccupied with reading it that she didn't notice her surroundings. He snatched the book from her grasp.

“And he has the right to come here anytime he wants. And as for the sex, it’s an art to do it anywhere we like it.” Art, her ass! My hands immediately itched, urging me to slap the shamelessness out of her. I could never imagine how cheap and trashy the woman Kim picked for a live-in partner. I also remembered her saying the same line about sex being art when she showed her sex toys to us. “Can you please shut up?” Tim roared, glaring at Maezy. He had already changed into his pair of shirts and pants. I smirked. At least, he still had some sense of shame.