Ethel Shameless Novels & Stories

"That bitch! How dare she humiliate you like that!" I opened my phone and went to our pack's internal social media platform. Pinned to the top of the feed was a photo of me, wearing the humiliating brand. The photo was crystal clear, capturing my shame from every angle. The caption was even more vicious: "Look at our 'noble princess'! Turns out pure-blood Alphas aren't so special after all. Can't even take a little joke. What a delicate little doll. But what can you expect from a pretty face with no sense of humor?"

"And the guy? The one who dragged you out like you were his property?" I hesitated. Telling her about Elliott meant crossing a line I couldn’t cross. But lying to Lila felt worse. "He’s… my professor. Dr. Elliott." Her jaw dropped. "Your ethics professor? The one you blush every time he calls your name? Jesus, Luna." Heat flooded my face. "It’s complicated." "Complicated how? Because from where I stood, it looked like he fucked you senseless in an alley and then took you home like a prize."

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."

Amelia’s POV "This shameless----" I started to say but Ethan touched me gently. "You're better than that, Amelia." The floor might as well have cracked open beneath me. Ethan’s arm dropped, while Sienna waltzed forward as though she’d choreographed the timing. “What are you doing here, Sienna?” Ethan’s tone was sharp, a growl muffled by restraint. “Isn’t it obvious?” Her eyes slid to me, lingering on the space I’d just vacated, her lips curling as though she’d caught us mid-sin. “Some of us are more welcome than others.”

Elena went on with a faint tinge of helplessness in her voice, "As for Miss Elena… She seems quite displeased with the way things have turned out. "They argue every night, and most of her grievances are about how she wants to return to a luxurious life. She insists he take her to upscale restaurants." The report mentions how Isabel had a hard time accepting the drastic fall from grace. She was too used to Evan pampering her with money and luxury goods.

She was seething and her fingers cut into her palm as she tightened her fist. "I don't know what on Earth Morgan did to you... Catherine,with the way you're dressed right now,no one is going to respect you. You own two top Modelling companies in California, you're a mother,a wife, a successful business woman but your appearance doesn't look any of those,you look like a slut,I'm sorry for being blunt but you really need to know. Do not damage the reputation of your companies with your appearance,trust me,when the reputation of a company is damaged, it's so hard to put back in place. You're damn beautiful, you'd steal a man's breath without even exposing any sensitive part of your body,i don't

The size of her eyes where that of a deer , she knotted her head. "I know you to be strict but you are not a comedian and to think you'd say this just to mock me is despicable." Okay, huh? "You pranked me through highschool, over worked and used me in the office and now you say you want me and have feelings for me, bravo Ethan. Greatest showman ever. I forgive you for everything that happened but don’t mock me” She stood up with those cute chubby legs and headed for the door fuming with rage.

Yuck. My alarm clock went off at 5am. I got up and dressed and was heading down for some breakfast. I dressed in my usual attire, black leggings, sports bra and tank. My hair tucked underneath my black cap in a long braid. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I hear muffled talking, to my surprise, coming from my father’s office. I tip-toe closer until I can clearly make out who is talking. Jeremy is having a one sided conversation with someone and when I peek around the door frame, he is talking into the phone. “I know Jess, I miss you too… Yes, I really do… I’m glad your grandmother is ok… Okay.. Okay, I will… No, babe… No I’m not, I love you Jessica… I promise I am not falli

She feels , to rip the bones of Shasha when she finds her around her husband . " Hahaha !! Added kerosene on burning fire ??? " , Ethan chuckled entering . An eye watering moment for them to notice there beloved friend strangling on his Nithra's hand . It's not easy to touch, Asher .Asher is an Ruthless man .He won't spare the one who dare to touch nor think of his shadow .

Hesitating, she raises her hand and shakes mine. "I am Ethel Everdeen, em - I am a witch from Blood Moon Pack," she introduces herself, and I can hear the nervousness in her voice. "It's nice to meet you, Ethel. I hope we can be the best of friends?" I ask, shaking her hand and letting go of it gently. Her smile suddenly widens at my words, "Yes, of course, ma'am." I raise my eyebrow at her, "Ma'am?" "The Alpha won't be pleased if he finds out that -"