Carl Gallagher Shameless Novels & Stories

My voice was barely audible, thick with unshed tears. "Sorry, Gayle," I mumbled, my eyes still fixed on the floor. "I hurt Adrian again. I'm such a coward." Carsen, who had been silently supporting Gayle, suddenly sneered, his lip curling in disgust. "Sorry isn't going to cut it, Damien," he spat, his voice low and dangerous. He pulled out his phone, his thumb flying across the screen. "Gayle, I finally know what he did. Look at this." He shoved the phone into her trembling hand.

What year did he think it was? A chill ran up my spine a moment later. Mari. My drunken marriage. The annulment. Jesus Christ, if old man Gallagher found out about this he’d disinherit Niamh. He was petty enough to do it. The fact that he hadn’t yet was a fucking miracle.

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

“Bella, reduce your voice. Someone can—” “Someone can hear me?” Bella barked a harsh, bitter laugh that echoed in the small hospital room. “Are you ashamed now? You weren’t ashamed when you were running around behind your husband’s back like a cheap whore, chasing my brother! Why the sudden shame? If you want to be a slut, Caroline, I will make sure every single person on this planet knows it. Every damn one. I’ll shout it from rooftops, post it everywhere, your name, your face, your dirty little secret. Try me.” Caroline’s face paled. “Stop yelling, Bella. Please. I just—”

I have nothing to say, just to hear a word from her sorry. "Shut the fuck off, bitch." She looked at me and at my shirt. "Sorry about that, maybe I should buy you new clothes tomorrow. What brand of shirt are you wearing right now?" She asked. "Penshoppe, latest edition." I said. "Okay sis, noted. By the way, I'm Shayne Lucas from the Tourism department. These are my friends. This one is Yuri Nathalie, the girl with the green hair. Then the girl with the purple lipstick is Dane Watson. The girl with the pink hair is Patricia Gabrielle. The girl with the red lipstick is Mira Rojo." She smiled. I looked at each one of them, and they said 'Hi'. But I just said hello.

"That was just an excuse for her to become famous. Besides, if I had known she was going to do those things to save me, I would rather die than have her save me." Catherine screamed, her voice hoarse. "Ha!! Carl, you bastard, you should just die!!!" "Then just pretend I'm dead!" Carl hung up the phone without any emotion, raised his eyes to look at Sheila and Killian, revealing an ugly face completely different from before. "What do you want now?" "Want to sue me for fraud?" "Then I'll expose all of Catherine's dirty secrets to the media." Sheila coldly accused him. "You're a terrible person! You don't want her anymore, and you even colluded with Augustine to deceive her?"

She's alone wrapped in a blue mini-dress that screams take me now. I tape Carl's thigh. “Be right back,” I murmur, my eyes still locked on her.” “Carl licked his tongue. Yeah, he hates when I vanish like this. But it's not up to me. I'm not the hunter. “I'm the prey, they come for me.” You need someone to tame you. Lock you in chastity for years,” he calls after me.” “I glanced back. He rolled his eyes like a pissed-off girlfriend. Carl Thompson, he's the hottest dude in the city. Smooth dark brown skin, an actor, a literal god walking among mortals. New York got blessed.

I’d hated myself for it the moment it was over. I’d sworn it would never happen again. And for a long time, it didn’t. Until last year. There’d been a charity gala, too much champagne, and a blur of lights and a little too much indulgence. I remembered Selene’s laughter. Her hand on my chest. Then nothing, only to wake up disoriented in her apartment, with no memory of how I got there. Selene had smiled at me like all was right in the world. “You don’t remember? It doesn’t matter.”

“I want the full story about Dacy. Every detail. What really happened between you two… before.” Carl swallowed hard. His eyes lowered, heavy with secrets. For the first time in years, the prince looked like a boy caught between truth and shame. And just as he opened his mouth to speak—

"Look, Celia. I appreciate what he did regarding your brother's death. He got that drilling pain out of you. But that wasn't enough. Now you guys are in this bond together. You should talk about your future. They are big people like you said. Marriage for them is not simple as he hit the flint of his lighter. Talk to him. I'm not asking you to go public with your relationship. Just you should know what's going on between you two. There is so much to life other than sex. Too much optimism kills, Celia. And if he hurts you, I don't care who the hell is he, I'll cut his balls. " I laughed at that mere statement. Best friend for a reason. My ears caught a ruffling sound of sheets and we both at