Ethel From Shameless Novels & Stories

Then, like a switch had flipped, he stepped back, adjusting his shirt cuffs like they’d been discussing the weather. “I’ll see you at the table,” he said, unlocking the door with a nonchalance that made her want to slap him. He slipped out, leaving her there, trembling and soaked in guilt. She stared at her reflection, horrified at the flush on her cheeks, the bruised lips, the wild look in her eyes. But worst of all—beneath the shame—was the undeniable ache. She wanted more. Returning to the table felt like a walk of shame, but Leah was none the wiser, engrossed in conversation with her mother. Ethan sat casually, sipping his drink, his gaze sliding over her like a private joke.

"Look at the slut in the mirror. Do you enjoy being shared by brothers? So wet, so tight, your hole is begging for my big cock." The intense pleasure made me cry out for mercy. "Liam, please, slow down... it feels too good!" I looked so lewd in the mirror, my nipples pinched red by Ethan, my hole stretched open by Liam's giant shaft. It was so shameful—how could I enjoy being shared like this? I sobbed softly, "Ethan, make him stop..." But Ethan didn't listen. He continued to pinch my nipples. The pleasure exploded as my climax approached, my hole squirting hot fluid that coated Liam's member.

She replied immediately, "You really have no shame, huh? You two are getting your mate bond dissolved, yet you're still trying to seduce my Alpha?" Chloe had always been a fool—that, I knew—but Ethan just had to have a soft spot for idiots… which was why she could get away with being reckless. I couldn't help but laugh. "Threatened already? Relax. You haven't seen the worst yet." I had already lined up ten different types of she-wolves, each one planned to get close to Ethan in her own way. I wanted to see just how deep his love for Chloe really ran. She thought she knew what he liked. Well, I knew exactly what kind of she-wolf would make his blood burn.

“No. Not that. This. Stop treating me like I’m some precious doll that needs shielding from the world. Stop treating me as if I can’t handle things. As if I can’t handle you. You are inappropriate. You shouldn’t say half of the things you say to me. But has it occurred to you that perhaps I like it that you do? That perhaps I like it that you talk to me as if I’m an actual human being? That, perhaps, my entire life, no one else ever really has?” My skin is burning now, and I’m breathless. It feels good to say it, to unleash it, to let something out that I think has been building up inside me for quite some time. Ethan’s eyes widen. It’s as if he’s not quite sure what to do. He releases a hal

I shook my head, "You keep hiding it all to yourself." "Abby, I... I don't understand what you're talking about." "You don't understand? Huh?" I scoffed. "Tell me, Delilah, what's so confusing about what I just said? You're a prostitute, Delilah." "I'm not a prostitute." "Then prove to me why you are putting on that outfit. Or would I say, you're a stripper, aren't you? Camila?" She took her gaze off mine, shame stained her face as she stared down at her fingers. "I didn't want you to find out this way."

He looks at me, and then at Melissa who was standing on the door steps folding her hands. ‘’How long were you standing there?’’ Ethel asks. ‘’Hmmmmm let me guess…’I WORRY BECAUSE YOU’RE SENSITIVE’……from that part.’’ She says. ‘’And by the way, you both look like lovers’’ ‘’SHUT UP MELLY! YOUR SOO CREEPY!’’ I take Ethel’s hands and walk out of the room leaving Melly all alone. I can still hear her laugh. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………....................

The tray wobbled. "I said go," he hissed under his breath. "But—" His grip tightened. His jaw clenched. "Don’t make a scene." I nodded quickly. "N-no." He released me with a sharp shove—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to humiliate. "Then disappear." I stumbled back, catching myself just before falling. My cheeks flamed. Their laughter followed me all the way into the kitchen. --- The tray clattered as I dropped it on the counter. My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, dress wrinkling under me, hair slipping out of its clip.

ETHEL “Tell me, if Declan dumped you tomorrow, would anyone here still know your name?” The entire hallway drowned in laughter around him. My books hit the floor before I could even process that I had been shoved. My soda followed, the cap popped free and the dark liquid soaked my economics textbook. “Instead of going on a weight loss journey,” Tavian snickered, tilting his head like he was genuinely puzzled, “you are hauling more junk drinks around. What's the goal here, Ethel? To fill the entire hallway when you walk past?”

"That's in the past. Are you sure you don't want to work with me? Your clinic will be much more famous if it's featured in my media. I guarantee ... more patients will come here to seek treatment from you, Ethan." Ethan smiled cynically in response, "I don't need to work with you. My clinic already has plenty of patients. Besides, I actually have too many patients right now. I'm not going to try to get more patients through your media." "You ... are too arrogant!" Joe said, who was forced to leave without getting anything. Meanwhile, Louis Garcia could only watch Ethan's success from afar. The man she had left and despised was now a completely different person. She knew that recently she had

"I'm fine, Elena. Don't worry." I loved his gentleness, but I wasn't satisfied with staying where we were. Until one night, when he was drunk again, I gathered my courage and kissed his lips. That night was painful—yet full of bliss. But early the next morning, I saw him kneeling on the floor, eyes bloodshot. When he noticed I was awake, his expression was complicated, his tone full of disgust. "Elena, how could you be so shameless?" He hurled the cruelest words at me, saying he never wanted to see me again.