Ethel Shameless Novels & Stories

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

The house was filled with the clink of wine glasses, the scent of overcooked pasta, and the sound of too-loud laughter. I tried to stay upstairs, but she called me down just before dessert. That’s when I saw him. Jace. Standing in the kitchen in black jeans, a dark gray tee, hair still wet from a shower. He hadn’t shaved. He looked unfairly hot for someone pretending I didn’t exist. And worse—he looked perfectly fine. I, on the other hand, was unraveling. He glanced up once. Met my eyes. Then looked away. A stab to the chest. “Chelsea!” one of my mom’s friends called from the table. “Come sit with us!”

Princess Scarlette rolls her eyes before getting called once again. “The Royal Princess Scarlette!” Princess Scarlette walks down with a stink eye and serious face that made the cameramen not take any pictures of her since she has said how much she despised the flashes of camera on her face. “Miss Clara of the Revington House!” “Oh my dear. It is now my turn.”

His gaze flickered to Ethel, a mixture of accusation and a chilling sort of triumph in his expression. Ethel’s face contorted with a raw disgust that mirrored my own growing revulsion. “You treacherous snake!” she spat at Archie, her voice gaining a desperate edge. “Crawling on your belly for his approval! You’re the worst kind of trash on this earth, pretending at loyalty while you would sell your own soul for a little Pack favour.” She spat.

She asks, wiggling her eyebrows at me. “Stop being silly,” I laugh, and she joins in. “So, is he treating you well?” “Yes, absolutely.” She seems to believe that, nodding and sipping at the juice. “Can I ask you something, Ethel?” “Sure, go on.” “How do you make a man happy?” “Simple, suck his dick.” “Ethel!” I yell, my face turning red with mortification. She throws a wide grin at me, undeterred by my embarrassment.

“Ignore him. He thinks he’s funny.” But Ethan didn’t stop, he went on with his teasing, tossing one silly remark after another. Camellia barely reacted, her eyes fixed on her book, her expression unreadable. Mitchell sighed. “Ethan stop embarrassing us…she clearly doesn’t want to speak to you” Ethan leaned back in his chair, grinning. “So, pretty girl… do you ever laugh? Or are you secretly auditioning for the role of ‘mysterious statue’?” Mitchell shot him a look. “Ethan, shut up.”

Sarah’s POV "She really came to this place?" "Wow, that woman is really amazing. She's really shameless." I clasped Ethan's hand even tighter. I tried to hide my nervousness and threw a smile at Ethan, who turned to look at me "Shame?" the laughter on the other end scoffed. Shame is only for those who have pride. Isn't it obvious he doesn't have it? Can't you see it clearly?" "You're right. That woman is a disgrace."

"Ssh, of course you did. By the way, could you come around tomorrow morning again to fix it? Something tells me Agnes is going to smash it again, but with a chainsaw this time." Sarah intervened, her voice firm. "Oh my God, Ethel, don't be ridiculous. Nobody believes your lies." Ethel batted her eyelashes at Kai. "Hush now, Kai knows a fragile woman such as me would never try to deceive him." Chelsea snorted, incredulous. "Fragile." Ethel's gaze snapped to Chelsea, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is there a problem, boy?" Chelsea smirked. "No problem, but I don't think 'fragile' should be associated with you, Ethel. You're anything but fragile."

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.

Stretching my arms and yawning for the 100th time in a minute I stood up to start my long stressful day. Nothing is interesting about me or my life. I am Ada Elsher Hayes, 23 years old daughter of Mr Samuel & Mrs Victoria Hayes. I am the eldest child of Hayes and I have two siblings with whom I am close as normal in our terms. As you can see, Hayes are filthy rich who give more importance to status, fame and money than relationships. I am not sad or depressed because I don't have a perfect bond with my siblings or my parents. We are just civil with each other and life goes on with everything.