Chuckie From Shameless Now Novels & Stories

I opened my phone and submitted my resignation request to Chuck. Chuck rejected it. [Stay two more months. I’ll give you a five-hundred-dollar raise.] Five hundred dollars? I almost laughed out loud. I could make more than that just by selling my body. In a fit of anger, I sent that video directly to Chuck. Chuck’s face turned pale when he opened it. His fingers froze over the screen. [Where did you film that?! Delete it. Now!] I gave him a calm reply. [You can’t get away with something like that forever.]

I pushed the door and saw a sweating Noah on top of a smirking chole. Noah was the first boy i thought was different from the rest that didn't fall for my shameless sister. We meet in a cute way when he walk up to me when I was seeing a movie at the mall with Angela and said i reall like you stuttering and i was a blushing mess . I have started to really like him and our relationship was going smoothly up until this moment. I thought he was my happily ever after ,silly me!. My life was shitty. Now look at me crying in the middle of nowhere barefooted . I left my bags in his house not like I have any money in it,and my shoes .

Sarah is happily married, so we stayed together for a while. I have a guesting tonight at The Tonight Show with Jimmy. So I busied myself in getting ready, but the smile I have on my lips is about to tear my face in two. Sarah told me to wear casual clothing, and I’m fucking glad for it. I hated suits no matter how time flies by. I ate the lasagna before dressing up in a black V-neck shirt and blue faded jeans. Aris informed me that Chuck is coming up, but I didn’t bother to open the door for him. He knew my code, and he gave me a brotherly hug before taking the pasta away from me like a caveman.

I settle her onto a stool and go grab paper plates to use. Once we are all settled and filling ourselves full of pizza and wings, Jude slides his phone over to me, “Hey, isn’t that what’s her name form Shameless, that Domme?” Wiping my hands off on my napkin, I pick up his phone and press play on the video. I think my eyes almost pop out of my head, “Holy Shit! Somebody recorded it!” I can’t believe what I’m seeing on my friend's phone right now! “What is it Jace?” Ella stretches her neck over to try and see.

The slightly burnt edges only made everyone laugh harder. “I’m a Kane now,” she announced, raising her glass. “Which means I’m allowed to be mediocre at domestic things as long as I’m excellent at everything else.” Chuck, sitting beside her, looked more at peace than I’d ever seen him. His work at the Foundation had earned real recognition from local charities. He had even started mentoring a group of at-risk teens, turning his past into purpose. “I never thought I’d have this,” he said quietly to me later. “A real family. Not one based on power, but on forgiveness.”

"Damn, I could really do with getting laid tonight." "There's Alex?" Shane smirks, nodding to the window where the curly haired guy is flailing his limbs around in a dance that looks like someone's dumped ice down his back. "You're a shit friend." I growl at him and he claps me on my back. "Mate, you're just going to have to do it the old fashioned way, trial and error. Oh look, here comes your girlfriend and I'm off to find mine." Chucking his fag down and stepping on it, he says a quick hello to Cleo as he passes her and closes the door once he's back inside the house.

If he thought Mom couldn't handle him, he'd been dead wrong. Chuck had been dressed like he was in an MC. Those guys were usually rough and could be brutal. They usually held certain ideals about women. Ideals I didn't always agree with, like keeping whores in their clubbhouses. Maybe that was just a cliche, but I doubted it.

Before I could reply, he leaned in—and a light sting bloomed on my cheek. He'd actually done it. … Scowling, I thumped his chest once and hurried into the bathroom. The spotless mirror showed my reflection clearly. On my left cheek was a faint red mark—not painful, but unmistakable. I gritted my teeth in frustration. Samuel chuckled from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Don't be upset. I just don't like it when your eyes follow him. It makes me jealous." Looking at his half-serious, half-playful pout, my heart softened.

Their sarcastic laughter left Chuck shaking with rage, but he had no proof that he was married to Lisa—even the only marriage certificate that could probably be used as evidence was a fake and had already been ripped into pieces by Lisa. Taking his silence as admission of defeat, the man next to Chuck grinned, patting his shoulder as he gloated, "Just work hard, kid! Gain some money in a couple of years, and maybe you can really get yourself someone as pretty as her!" "I'm really her husband!" Chuck retorted as he shook the hand off his shoulder with a scowl. Before he could elaborate, however, the journalists had one last question for the press conference. "Ms. Adams, do you plan to stay in

“Isn’t he? And before you lie, we already know the truth because I called him and spoke to him personally. There were no medical issues, and they never saw any of the money Chuck made. In fact, Chuck has barely been home since the competition. He was even promoted to a lead role on the Elite team and was doing well, according to his parents. They are so very proud of their Chuck. As for his family… they’ve never struggled for money. In fact, they come from old money and are very well off.” My heart stopped in my chest; I, a lady, knew that Chuck was a liar, but with this solid proof, Irene had to see the truth for herself. When I looked at her, Irene’s mouth was open, and her face was paler