Ethel From Shameless Novels & Stories

"And the guy? The one who dragged you out like you were his property?" I hesitated. Telling her about Elliott meant crossing a line I couldn’t cross. But lying to Lila felt worse. "He’s… my professor. Dr. Elliott." Her jaw dropped. "Your ethics professor? The one you blush every time he calls your name? Jesus, Luna." Heat flooded my face. "It’s complicated." "Complicated how? Because from where I stood, it looked like he fucked you senseless in an alley and then took you home like a prize."

I clench my fists, Ethel looks to Thane. "Evette," Thane's voice has a hint of a warning, but this didn't feel right to me. "I understand that she's lost her shit, but have you ever wondered why?" "I don't need to know why," Ethel says, her voice slightly strained," She killed her own sister, and that fact that your defeating her is shameful." My blood was boiling, I walk up to Ethel, "You don't want to face Lilia because you know you fucked up. So your making Thane do it. That's what's fucking shameful."

Then, somebody thumped on his door. Who might it at any point be? Ethan stopped briefly and opened the entryway with his limping legs. When the entryway opened, Debra burst in. Ethan was pushed back to the bed. "Ms Crown what's happening with you?" "I'm here to show you what a shameless lady can do!" Debra was irate. "How dare you call me shameless? " She soon had her body towering over his. "Now I want to show you what a shameless lady can do." She supported herself and said

He said, while his three fingers reached toward her pussy. "No doubt…" Ethlyn threw her head backward because of pleasure and, after biting her lips, ".... I called you shameless for a reason." In the next moment, Calvin started thrusting his fingers repeatedly, making her moan repeatedly. "Now, who is moaning like a shameless person?" Calvin mocked. He was sitting near Ethlyn's legs, so Ethlyn raised her leg to kick him when he grabbed both her legs and leaned his face toward her pussy to give her much better service than what he was giving before.

“Well, talk about it. Write him a note, make his favorite food, wear his favorite clothes on you. A woman must appeal to a man’s soft side in order to be heard. They don’t process or understand things the way we do, so you must be feminine and soft to get their attention. Talk to him, from your heart. Let him see how sorry you are about the whole thing… afterwards? Go down on your knees, and suck him like your life depends on it.” A burst of laughter escapes me as I feel the color rush back to my face. Ethel has always had a filthy mouth; it has gotten her in trouble a lot of times. She once got suspension in middle school for yelling, “Suck my wang!” at the teacher. “Thank you so much, Ethe

I ask as soon as Madeleine and Betsy are out of the room. Ethel shakes her head, and presses her forefinger into a stray crumb on the table. “This place is so small… when a stranger rolls into town, everyone knows within five minutes. They think I’m a single mom, and Sallie is my brother.” She smirks mirthlessly. “Everyone is convinced Betsy looks just like me.” I have a very strong suspicion that I interrupted some kind of fantasy here. A dream Ethel held dear to her heart that came to life… until I walked back in and shattered the illusion.

Ella nodded and sat down "Mr. King, I am very ashamed that my sister cheated on your brother. I know you hate her but I hope you don't see me like you see her. I am not like her. It is shame but my sister's character is not good. She always runs after money and for this, she hurt many people including your brother. I hope your brother is okay now" Ella said to him faking a sad face. Ethan fisted in hands again in anger. "Do not worry. I do not see you like your sister. You are a special person" Ethan said

Something or someone was pulling the wind in. I quickly followed the direction of the wind and stopped. Elara sat on a rock, white silvery hair with a purple stripe flowing with the air. The moon casting a soft glow made her look ethereal. In her hands was a glowing white lotus, shining brightly. White Lotus: Identity detected. Elara Goldmane Host! Please let me sleep. Remember you still have a mission to complete. Go and sleep, the system cried, but I ignored it, staring fixedly at the ethereal beauty in front of me.

First life: Elin Faven, famous for being an odious and a willful girl. Her stubbornness to chase after the guy she liked ruined her reputation in the whole city. She become famous and started to be known as the villainous of the city. They said that she was spoiled by her rich father and later gave all her inheritance to the one she loved just to get married to him. “Sh.. Shan, where ar-are y.. cough.. cough” through her chapped lips, she struggled hard to call for her husband.

"Don't twist my words. I love you. I want a family with you. After Shay... we deserve this happiness." Shay. He always brought him up like a weapon, reminding me of the void we both carried. But it wasn't fair. I'd been the one to carry Shay, to feel his kicks, to bury him alone while Ethan drowned his grief in work. "I deserve time," I shot back, standing up. "And you fighting Damien in public? It's humiliating, Ethan. People are staring at me like I'm the scarlet woman in some soap opera." He rose too, towering over me—not threatening, but domineering all the same. "Humiliating? Better than letting him slither back into your life. You think I don't see how you hesitate? Those emails—you le