Ethel From Shameless Novels & Stories

They are trapped between their desire to stop Ethan’s ex and their fear of escalating the confrontation. Ethan stands beside me, his face a mask of controlled fury. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a tightness in his jaw that betrays his simmering anger. He takes a deep breath, and then his voice cuts through the clamor, steady and composed. “When it comes to shamelessness, I think you deserve the award, not me!” He tells his ex that when it comes to shamelessness, he could never match her. His words are deliberate, chosen to sting. He mentions having heard that she is pregnant and on the verge of getting married.

One of the whores stepped in with clasped hands, eyes reaching to his shoes. “My lord, Ethel is unwell. We shall be delighted to please you,” She curtsied. Zebian stomped closer and gave her a neck-breaking slap, making her land on the ground. All of the other women trembled like leaves. Some even had tears welling. Blood seeped out of her lower lip as she placed a hand on her throbbing cheek. “Forgive me, my lord,” She kneeled and muffled under her breath, fuelling Zebian’s ego with pride.

he said as he peeked further into the corner, but Ethel just turned her little face slightly to the side. "Okay…" she shrunk a little more, looking as if she wanted to hide behind her dress. "Oh…" seemed to remember something "I seem to have forgotten my manners at home, what's your name, Miss?" she asked with a smile on her face, one that showed her fangs so wide. "Ethel... Ethel Verena…" "Verena? Um..., that explain the snow white hair" he just let go "Audra, Audra Cianci" introduced himself briefly, which made the purple-eyed girl raise her eyebrows.

The fact that I'm naked didn't matter to me, what shame is there anyway. From Elora's countenance, it was clear she's going through a lot of despair—that gave me joy, it made me feel happy and blissful. Elora had her eyes roaming around the cave, glistening with shock, anger, frustration and …hate, she looked at me. “How dare you, Ethan! How dare you…!” came a loud sheirk from her. She looked so pained and bittered—I felt bliss. “You dare yell at your …”

I still have 1 year left before leaving Seattle to go to London for university. My love for Ethan is always a one way thing, he never looked at me. All he did was humilliated me in public and called me ugly, stupid and etc. I mean I'm not smart, not beautiful and a potato I knew that I chose to be loved by someone but no one ever loved me. People were too busy judging people by their looks not by their heart. "Hey Ethan, you left this." I gave him his jacket and smiled sweetly. He looked at me in disgust and left without taking his jacket

And he was nothing but a man made of mistakes. Brielle felt the last shackle snap the moment the divorce was finalized. She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just exhaled—like a woman surfacing after years underwater. She drove across town and pulled into the small lot behind Talia’s lab, the smell of oil and concrete grounding her. Inside, Talia looked up with a grin. “Hey, how’s the brain trust going?” “It’s free,” Brielle said, placing a small case on the counter. “I’m Brielle Elise Monroe again.”

screamed Lilian her voice shaking with pain and grief as she rushed towards her husband's corpse " No , No ! NOOOOOOO! Etah come out ! I know you are here , watching me suffer ! Is it enough , are you happy now ? You took my everything away !" Chelsea edged forward wanting to stop the past Lilian , she had an encounter with Etah and that little meeting of theirs weren't at all a happy one and that too when she was Etah's favorite child, if Lilian were to summon Etah then it will really be not good for her! But as she moved forward , she realized that this was just an echo , even if she tried to stop it from happening , nothing would change .

~~KEANU~~ Ethel's comeback hung over the table several seconds after she'd said it. Sharon was still coughing into her napkin to hide her laugh. My mother sat perfectly still, staring at Ethel like she'd just discovered a new species. It took a lot to render Catherine Martell speechless, but Ethel had managed to do that with just one jab. Ethel stared back at her without so much as blinking, and I couldn't have been prouder of her.

I draped the dress over my chest, trying in a futile effort to cover the shame burning into my skin. I hated him. I hated myself more—for moaning—so loudly. For responding to his forbidden touch. Every thrust, every flick of his tongue, every spanking of my ass—I fucking responded to it and even enjoyed. I was disgusted. I was filthy. I was so overwhelmed with shame that I didn't notice when the next door creaked open. "Elara." The voice made me freeze. The head snapped up. Ethan stood there, his face hidden by the darkness but I could still feel his eyes burning into me.

He gasped in pain, his voice breaking, “Please—let go!” Liam’s expression didn’t shift. Instead, his grip tightened, slow and deliberate, grinding Gordon’s bones inch by inch—almost as if he was savoring the fear twisting across his face. A moment later, Liam finally released him with a sharp shove. Thud! Gordon crashed into a chair, wheezing, completely humiliated. Ethel shook with rage, wiping the sticky coffee from her face and dress. Her eyes darted wildly, desperate to grab another cup to throw back at Cecilia—