Chuckie From Shameless Now Novels & Stories

Lucian Slater: You let me worry about it until then. Bea Larson: Whatever con you're running, Lucian Slater, I will catch on. Unbelievably, I'm not just some rich broad. Lucian Slater: In my defence, Chuck was the one who called you a rich broad. I called you shady, and troublesome. Which judging by the inherent ignorance, makes me think I was pretty accurate. He shoulders past her, throwing up his keys to catch them. He then stops and turns to face her with a wry look.

“It’s nothing. The file just didn’t save right.” I turned around with a professional smile plastered on my face. But my voice was as cold as ice. Chuck wore his shirt with two buttons undone at the chest. His stomach bulged slightly. His eyes scanned my body before stopping on my hand that was gripping my backpack tightly. “Business hasn’t been peaceful lately,” he said as he stepped closer. He placed his hand on the back of my chair. He was so close that I could smell the cigarette smoke on him.

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 .

I don’t approve of what he did, but I also don’t approve of girls allowing themselves to be played by guys knowingly. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if we didn’t know each other before we dated. We have the same circle of friends, went to the same party every weekend, the same outing, same table in the cafeteria, same everything. When his friend Chuck asked me out freshman year, Jake practically shoved the guy and went into a WWE SmackDown when he kissed me on the cheeks. I didn’t understand what went on with those two, why they punched each other in the hallway, but when Chuck started chuckling and said, ‘don’t be a pussy, West. Just ask her out already.’ Those were Chuck’s exact words.

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.”

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.

"He deserved it." "But you know—" She broke away. She was quite a sight, bare-chested with dried come stains, brown splotches, hair stuck together. "I was enjoying myself." "I could tell. There's no need to feel guilty." She smiled. "I haven't let myself go like that since . . . I guess since I got married. Chuck just likes very straight, plain vanilla sex. He doesn't even like blow jobs. It's frustrating." "I said he was foolish. You're a magnificent cocksucker."

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