Ethel Shameless Novels & Stories

Celia’s POV I could feel him rubbing my hand continuously to keep me warm. I couldn’t even protest. I have no mind and energy for it. We hail a taxi to home since I am in no position to walk. It is just a ten minutes drive to our houses and in the mean time I get back my senses, started to breathe without opening my mouth and feel terribly ashamed about the pain that is consuming me. We went to our floors silently. When the elevator door opened and we got out, I apologized him for my mess. Abash is a little word to explain what I feel.

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.

A hard slap kissed Ethel's cheeks making her lose her balance and fall to the soft grass of the garden. Her eyes that had been filled with tears let out the tears and they rolled down her cheeks. "You bitch! You weak stupid bitch!" Matthew cursed and pulled her up from the grass, giving her another hard smack that sent her back to the floor. "You were deaf when I told you not to ever think of getting into any sort of romance with him?!" "Are you this shameless, Ethel? I thought you were simply weak and filled with bad luck, I had no idea you were shameless as well. Making out with your twin sister's mate! Who does that? Only a shameless bitch like you!"

Stella asked shamelessly. Ethan felt a wave of disgust. Lizzy had been right. Stella was dangerous, not in the physical sense, but to his emotional well-being. “No, Stella. I can’t. You disgust me, Stella. I honestly thought you were remorseful about your apology, but you just wanted to use me more. How shameless can you be?”

Shameless! "Cough." Then came a distant cough. Kim was so scared that she quickly pushed away Ethan and looked at the light. Darren was standing there with a serious look. She was so embarrassed that she lower her eyes to the ground looking at her toes, just like the bad student who was caught by the teaching director, "Uncle... " "Bad old man, do you know it's rude to interrupt husband and wife private moment by standing in the corner?" The man's face is not good, his aura is arrogant and uninhibited, and the superior's bearing is never inferior to his father.

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.

“Yeah? And if it’s Jax’s, you’ll what, move back in with him and play house with your stepbrother? Sounds perfect. Incest baby and all.” She kicked my chair lightly with her foot. “Don’t be a dick. I’m scared too, okay? This isn’t funny.” But it kind of was in that messed up way where you laugh so you don’t scream. We kept trading jabs back and forth, her voice getting louder when she got worked up, me firing back just as fast. Ethan came back in after a while with coffee for both of us, looking amused. “You two sound like an old married couple already. Results should be ready soon. Lab’s rushing it.”

Benton asks. "You will never find out how good I taste," I say to him. Benton licks my neck. "Oh Reese, you bitch, I already know what your pussy tastes like. I know how you liked to be fucked, i know every little thing about you. I know all of your dirty little secrets. I know what a fucking whore you are," Benton says to me.

But she couldn’t resist a chance to be mean to me. “You look like a pig.” “Emma,” my mother snapped. “It’s lovely. Don’t speak to your sister that way.” Emma crossed her arms, her voice icy. “It would’ve been better if Ethan chose me. At least I wouldn’t shame the entire family with awkward smiles and bad posture.” For a second, the silence hung thick in the air. Then— “The only one shaming your family is you,” a voice cut through the tension like a blade. We all turned.

“Like what?” “Well... I know they like to wander around naked a lot.” Ethan laughs. “They’re horribly inappropriate. And they like to sniff people all the time.” He laughs louder. “They’re always fighting and brawling, and they listen to incredibly screechy music despite their very good sense of hearing. And some of them, like humans, are not very pleasant. But some... Some are gentle and kind and funny and caring. Some are good men.” The smile dies from his lips, an intensity crossing his features. The tangle of nerves in my stomach starts to tighten once more.