Ethel Shameless Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Author's POV Viola Blake had never believed in karma, until it came dressed in silk and shame, live on national television. From the quiet of the Blake mansion, she watched the gala broadcast on the living room screen. The chandeliers glittered across the feed, the laughter of the elite echoing through the speakers, and in the middle of it all stood Isla Hart, graceful, commanding, radiant. Then came the confrontation.

As much as I was wanting to visit my little friend, and get out of town for a bit, I never expected to have as much fun as I’ve had so far. Club Shameless, it’s definitely the place to be here in this cozy town. Beth and I are enjoying ourselves tremendously, and the owner is so fucking dope. Not many Dominants would let someone they just met fuck their sub like he did. Watching him fuck my Beth turned me on as I fucked that sexy brunette of his, and then when I fucked the other one against the window as I watched the hot as fuck scene happening between my best friend and his sub.

He said. I think that's below the belt because Claude seemed to be taken aback by the name that this asshole of a man beside me brought up. "Shit off, Monzanto. You don't know a thing, leave her alone," he warned him. "and oh, I wish she'd leave you too! Seeing this attitude? I'm not expecting anything good. Tsk! Tsk!" He shook his head and turned his back but he stopped. "Nice to meet you again, Ethel. Also, thank you. I really know, I'm sure that you are aware too, that I'm not cute. I'm more than that."

Elysia's Pov "You have no shame." He spat on the ground and glared at me like I was some whore. "I never wanted to marry you, Damon; you know better that we don't have any relationship between us. So don't treat me like I was some whore." I yelled at him. His brows crinkled, wobbling his head at me. I could see the disgust in his eyes. "Get in." He shrieked at me, opening the car's door.

Jems sighed, looking at the woman with pity. After Ethan was done showering, he stepped out of the washroom wearing only his pants. His upper body was bare, showing off a muscular, toned physique. “Please forgive me,” the woman rushed over to Ethan, kneeling with her head on the ground again. That was when Jems noticed him. “Ethan, how could you be so heartless?” Jems started, glaring at him. “I can’t believe you can be this foolish, Jems,” Ethan said, ignoring the fact that he was in front of her father. “In my company, there’s no room for mistakes...”

"Uh, yeah, something like that. My name is Ethan. I... I think I took a wrong turn. This place—it's not what I'm used to. Where exactly am I?" She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she sauntered closer, her hips swaying under the layers of her skirt. The scent of lavender and something muskier hit me, making my head spin even more. "Wrong turn? Oh, you poor thing. You're in Madame Elizabeth's establishment, the finest house of pleasure in all of Whitechapel. And I am Elizabeth, naturally. Now, tell me, what brings a fine specimen like you stumbling through my door looking so disheveled?"

“Ethan’s not chaos. He’s...Ah…lively.” “Lively?” I snorted. “That’s an understatement. Are we talking about the same guy who thought it was hilarious to fill my shoes with mayonnaise? It squelched. Squelched, Mr. Wright.” Mr. Wright laughed, low and warm, leaning back on his elbows. “You make it sound like I signed up for a prison sentence. Ethan’s a good guy. A bit... colorful, sure, but solid.” “Colorful? That’s generous,” I muttered. “ He is the one who thought it was hilarious to replace my shampoo with glitter gel? My hair sparkled for weeks.”

I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion. "Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, Mr. Harrington, see the truth! Every fingerprint on these scissors belongs to Ryan! Just test them! My loyalty to you is as vast as the sky and as steady as the mountains—why would I ever destroy your gift?" The Sanders family's faces went green. Violet pointed at me in fury. "Pete! Do you have no shame?! Groveling like that brings nothing but disgrace to the Sanders name! What is wrong with you?!"