Ethel Shameless Novels & Stories

Losing patience, Ethan decided to tear Ula's dress to save time. Ula felt stunned by Ethan's actions, her body freezing in response. On the other hand, Ethan appeared astonished by what lay before him. Ula had a beautiful figure, especially her breasts. Under Ethan's lecherous and intense gaze, Ula's face flushed with anger, discomfort, and shame.

Dinah tried not to laugh at the facial expression and failed, "No. He's not yet here. He's on his way. But don't worry, Dad's actually a big teddy b—" "Dinah, darling!", a slender woman with raven black hair cried. "Aunt Ethel! Uh! It's so good to see you!" Dinah squealed as she wrapped her aunt in a big hug. "And you still smell like cherries!" Ethel was Clara's younger sister and the less "stiff" one of the two siblings even though the resemblance between them was striking. Whilst Clara's aura was sexual, intense and intimidating Ethel's was placid, warm and soothing, also a little strong but in a sweet way. She was dressed in a royal blue ankle length that did everything for her soft hour

I clench my fists, Ethel looks to Thane. "Evette," Thane's voice has a hint of a warning, but this didn't feel right to me. "I understand that she's lost her shit, but have you ever wondered why?" "I don't need to know why," Ethel says, her voice slightly strained," She killed her own sister, and that fact that your defeating her is shameful." My blood was boiling, I walk up to Ethel, "You don't want to face Lilia because you know you fucked up. So your making Thane do it. That's what's fucking shameful."

“You’re working so hard—what a simp. You’re not even trying to be her husband. You’re just racing to be her poster boy, her personal chef, her servant. If you’re a man, have some dignity and stop embarrassing yourself.” Ethan spread his arms and replied lazily, “I’m shameless. If I weren’t, do you think I’d have ended up as your husband? My shamelessness brought us together, and it’s the same shamelessness that’s putting a roof over your head right now. So don’t try to shame me after benefiting from it. You’re looking down on your benefactor, and that doesn’t feel good.” Emily’s expression darkened. She sneered. “You have no dignity.”

"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.

Smack! Ethel slammed her empty coffee cup onto the table like she was declaring victory, her lips curling into a sneer. “Good coffee, wasn’t it?” “Ethel!” Gordon’s face went pale. His bandaged hand twitched up instinctively to stop her, but it was already too late. Ethel didn’t even bother to look at him. She just shot him a sideways glance, her voice dripping with disdain. “What are you so afraid of? Even her own father doesn’t want her. You think she’s still got the guts to fight back?”

"But he has clearly betrayed you. Can you accept that?" Ethel lowered her head in distress. "I don't know. I never thought about divorcing him." Elliot was incredulous. "What's there to hold onto with a man like him?" Compared to Elliot's frustration, Sophia seemed more composed. She asked, "What's the other woman’s name?" Ethel replied, "I don't know her name, but I believe she’s an internet celebrity and is quite attractive." Elliot felt disdain. Ethel seemed out of touch, not even knowing these details.

He just looked at Ethel, his expression a furious, silent, “I told you so.” Ethel felt a hot flush of shame and frustration wash over her. The recoil of the gun, the deafening report, the boy’s screamed profanity—it was all a brutal, sobering slap. The last vestiges of her high vanished, replaced by the cold, sharp clarity of a near-catastrophic mistake. “Shit,” she whispered.

"I'm turning shameless like you." "I bet you know my shamelessness." Calvin grinned and returned to kissing her again, grabbing her at the back of her neck. In the next moment, he threw her on the mattress carefully. "I so wanted to have you since night," Calvin admitted shamelessly, climbing on top of her while Ethlyn's heart started pounding against her ribcage. "How do I look?" He asked when he threw away the t-shirt that he was wearing. Ethlyn's ear burned at this question. "Come on, Kitten, don't be shy. Tell me, how do I look?"

She grinned when she saw Hannah’s expression soften. Human emotions were something so hard to grasp for the likes of them. They were all borderline narcissistic, selfish, and cunning. But one thing is for sure, they care for each other. Ethel has always been impulsive. She always said that she got it from her father, which was true. Hannah, on the other hand, was very calculating and doesn’t simply act without a plan or reason. They were the complete opposites of each other, but strangely, they get along with each other well if they put aside all the times Hannah had scolded Ethel for being so impulsive.