Carl Gallagher Shameless Novels & Stories

The adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving me with all the emotions I had buried while I focused on running. I dropped to my knees and tears bleed out of my eyes, blurring my vision and sending my hands to the earth. I was free. I, Camille Du... No. I wasn't a Dumont. I was a Gallagher. I Camile Gallagher was free and I missed my family. The one that actually loved me.

"Asked the guards to watch over you but you left them at home and went out. Then went to fuck your lover right? You're so shameless Carina. I believed you when you told me all those lies about how you loved me. Not knowing you're nothing but a lying tramp." That didn't go well as her hands landed on my face. " Who are you to call me shameless? How do you think I became shameless? Who turned me into what I am now? And you can tell me now that I'm shameless you jerk!." She pushed me hitting my chest. I caught her and made her look at me. "You left since yesterday and spent the night with your lover. You didn't even think about your daughter and you feel like I'm exaggerating about you being sh

I pointed my finger to the gorilla on the other side. "Caleb Lemiere, that is you.. the stinky one." I laughed because that gorilla just scratched his butt and then smelled it. I laughed my heart out as I walked to video it. "Funny." He commented flatly. "Oh come on.. you used to do that when you're a kid." I teased him and he just shook his head. "Stinky Caleb." I said and he ended up laughing too. "So you're going to open up that secret card huh?"

Pale as the moon, it continued to leak like a squashed bug; it smelled even worse. Carl stumbled forward, extending a shaking hand to touch a prison he’d only expected to escape in death. Lines and scars he’d known for a lifetime rested on its surface. Even the hairs remained. Between gray temples, the remains of Carl’s old face gaped at him broken-jawed—an eyeless, toothless mask. He backed away. Fuck. Oh, fuck me. What did she . . . Where is . . . ?

"I got these earrings as a gift from someone. With all the things you have now, you should be able to get them. What's so hard about getting these cheap things anyway." "You have bad taste, Caraline. I wonder how you ended up in the position you're in now. Are you selling your body to rich men out there?" "You shouldn't talk about your rottenness, Catherine. Take a look in the mirror. Do I need to tell you the names of all the men who enjoyed your body for free?" "You're good at revealing your shame." Caraline pulled back, leaving her cousins behind. She didn't want to waste her precious time on them. There were still many things she had to prepare for now.

But he's just not my type, really. Gael is the most cheerful and, well, stupid one in the group — a shameless womanizer who's utterly enthralled by his own good looks. He's dumber than a box of rocks, but also one of the most generous people I've ever known. Gael is a model, and his family owns a magazine company that he now runs.

She mutters a few yes’s and then a ‘finishing’ moan. “Thank you, Harm. That was splendid. Now leave us and go clean yourself up.” I made a gagging expression to show my disgust for what we just heard. Shela giggled again and tried to muffle herself more as she used both hands to do so. We heard the guy leave as the door closed behind us. Before I opened my mouth to speak I noticed Shela was wearing clothes. Sure, they were a little skimpy for my taste but the guy only threw over these large baggy boy clothes for me. When did she get a complete outfit on? Gale’s cloak finally retracted back to him which revealed us once more. My eyes were tormented once more by the sight I was seeing. On the

He ground his teeth and all of a sudden drubbed the knife again into his middle. "How do you like it?" Sherlock grinned viciously. "Is this all that you learnt in so many years of serving the mafia? Do not praise his nemesis before the person you are working with. It is like praising another woman's body before your wife." "I'm sorry. Please save me." Carl held his stomach and pleaded in agony with his eyes almost getting closed because of the blood loss. "Uh, I'm not able to hear you." Sherlock jeered. There was a soft sound from Carl and he collapsed on the ground closing his eyes.

, he says a few moments after I'd picked up and stayed silent. "Yes, hi Carl?", I call nervously, almost sounding like an anxious Barbie, except I'm not in the pink Barbie get up. "Oh thank goodness, It's me Carl, I just wanted to hmm", he drags on for a while and I decide to put one of the skills I learnt from Lawrence to use. The skill of being shameless without remorse. "Check up on me, uhn? I didn't think you'd missed my ass cheeks that much", I tease and he clears his throat.

“You sound like a malfunctioning robot, dear. I have a house. My house that I bought with my fucking money. I am not broke, I didn’t beg to be here. And I wasn’t tossed out. I could go back to my home right this minute. But it would only be a waste of time because then, no one will get the chance to keep a close eye on you. I do not trust you being around my friend. He is barely recovering from dealing with people like you. So say whatever you like. It still won’t change the situation you are in.” “You bastard!” She heaved. Carl cackled dryly. “Is that all you could come up with?” “Why are you so petty, Carl? Only she-wolves are allowed to act this way. Whatever happened years ago has happen