Iggy Shameless Novels & Stories

It was sad seeing someone who could escape being grounded by the very things that would have guaranteed his freedom. “Your friend is staring” he told Diesel, before coming over to me. He was so tall, he was easily twice the height of Diesel. “Moon, this is Iggy. He’s a Zenotaur” Diesel explained, and the Zenotaur leant down to shake my hand “or you can call him Ignascha, if you want.” “Which is preferred” Ignascha snorted at him “I hate nicknames.” He tilted my hand in his to eye my missing fingertip then my broken arm. His eyes trailed to my Band before he dropped my hand.

I shuddered. “After that, what we know is very little. Icky Iggy recently tried to emulate my papa and seized control over the Mandonie pack by killing his parents and the other ranked wolves. At least papa kept it to my piece of shit grandparents.” I shrugged. “André…” Zio Damon sighed. I know he doesn’t like me bad-mouthing my grandparents. Something about not speaking ill of the dead. But fuck them. I don’t know all the details of what happened, but I know that my papa got those scars somewhere. I also know that even Papa Chesed wouldn’t kill for no reason.

"I swore in vain, did something stupid anyway…" Igor pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable and angry with himself. He should have reached her earlier, should not have let her leave when he saw her running towards the exit. He shouldn't have... He didn't want her to do something stupid, but he also didn't want to hand her over to Andrei or hide anything from the man he admired most because of a girl. But he was ashamed of himself; she trusted him and was apologizing, while he had left her to fend for herself, knowing that the surroundings of that club were not safe for a girl like her.

Her high heel pressed hard against his cheek. For a man like Chuggs, who'd never been humiliated a day in his life, the shame was unbearable. "You bitch!" he spat, eyes blazing. "Do you know who I am?" Sharon looked down at him. "Didn't you just tell me?" He thrashed against the floor, his face twisting. "I'll make you wish you were dead!" Her lips curved slightly, a ghost of a smile—one without warmth. "I think, Mr. Noel, that it's you who'll be wishing that soon."

Jasmine asked. "Like one time, she told some guy that he looked like a goat and blobfish had mated with each other. She's savage, this Gigi!" Paige slapped me on the back. "And what did you tell me you had called Alpha Tyce?" She was laughing, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. "Oh my Goddess, what did you say to Tyce?" Jasmine was looking at me intently. I couldn't answer. "She called him a chipmunk fucker!" Paige laughed heartily, completely amused.

He hit the floor hard, the grit of the linoleum biting into his palms. "Raffy. Raffy, look at the light." Ignatius was on him, his knees pinning Rafferty’s biceps to the floor. His face was a mask of soot and sweat, his pupils dilated until the iris was just a thin, trembling ring of blue. "It’s perfect. No more shares. No more boards. No more Thorne-Miller Tower. Just the three of us. The way it was supposed to be." "Iggy, you're breathing in the carpet! Get up! We can—"

Mindy had been giggling as he tickled her, school work forgotten at the sight of her big brother who'd come home for the summer. "Oh sorry Jake this is Jacqueline we call her Jackie for short. Jackie this is my big brother Jake." I'd blushed bright pink and stuttered like a ninny, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. It was the first time I'd realized the affect my parents' strict upbringing had had on my existence.

Izzy stuttered her words not knowing what to say and at the same time embarrassed. " It's okay, you don't need to apologize, he is just kidding." I rolled my eyes at Ezra who had his eyes narrowed at me and pulled Izzy inside the room. " Oh! Okay then. So what were you guys catching up on?" Izzy's usual self came out forgetting about Ezra's hostility and making googly eyes at him once again making me sigh. " We picked up where we left," Ezra said with a wicked grin and desire so intensely shining in his eyes making me squirm and the need to press my thighs together is so overwhelming and shameful that I know my face looks red with shame and embarrassment.