Is Shameless Still Going Novels & Stories

The panicked look she had only lingered for a few seconds before it disappeared, but of course, Trevor had already noticed it. "I think that out of the two of us here, it's more you who should be the shameless one! Firstly, you talk about rape like it's something trivial, even though it's a touchy subject, you should go and correct your way of thinking and living! Secondly, you are spreading a false rumor, and right in front of me! I should say that the impudence with which you do this is worthy of praise! Thirdly, you shamelessly seduce another person's man, even if he pays you no attention! And still, you are so proud! I must praise your shamelessness." People also began to change their wa

You're not going to like this one, Sheena. "Humiliate one of your men. Also, I want a fair share of reward from this task you're bargaining with me. If I succeed in digging this billionaire's closet, I'll pass an article to my network also. In that way, I'll get another promotion and we'll both gain something hihi!" She cringed. "I'm fine with sharing files, but why does it have to include shaming one of my beloved mates?" Well, Sheena here is a courteous woman. She doesn't shame a man who have been in her bed. Not unless, that man hurt her physically. That's how good my kitten here is.

Alessandra whispered desperately. Shane looked annoyed. "What is this 'orgasm'?" he asked. "That's far too civilized of a word for a piece of meat like you," he growled, fucking her harder. She was so close, and he was going to push her self-control as much as he could. "It must be all that old European influence. Shamira, you remember what it is like to be in her place don't you?" Shamira's skin was feeling very warm. "Yes sir."

"This is bad. I'm not going to sit here and pretend it isn't. But you are not the first person this has happened to. Do you hear me?" He held my gaze. "You know Damien Cole? The A-list actor with three blockbuster movies this year alone? His sex tape leaked four weeks ago. It was on every front page. Do you know where he is now? He's back on set. Filming. Working. Living life. Because this is something people can survive." I shook my head rapidly, still crying hard. Duncan continued; "And Sasha Tushh—she's the most streamed artist on the continent right now. Her p**n-tape came out in March. By April, she had a number one record."

“I’ll never forgive you.” I trembled, clutching my bag against me like a shield. The test result pressed hard against my palm inside, a secret I wasn’t ready to share—not now, not like this. “Adrian, please,” I whispered. “I just… I just wanted to see you happy.” His laugh was bitter, sharp as broken glass. “Happy? By humiliating me? Happy? With you?” “I—I only wanted to surprise you. I thought you’d be happy.” “Happy?” He gave a bitter laugh, his mouth twisted cruelly. “The only thing I felt when you walked into that building was shame.” My heart dropped.

Iris' face paled, her hands clenched tightly into fists at the sides. "If a legally married partner can be easily discarded like an old shoe, what does that make your son?" Iris' client interjected, unable to stay silent any longer. She had never witnessed such shamelessness, nor someone so willing to insult their former daughter-in-law in public. Didn't she realize that by insulting her former daughter-in-law, she’s insulting her own son too? "And who are you?" Renee sneered, dismissing the woman. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that even an outsider like me can't stand your vile behavior. That should tell you how vile you are," the woman shot back, her words equally fierce.

"Why is everyone slut-shaming her for making a business deal?" The internet was split again. Some supporting. Some attacking. No middle ground. Grace closed her laptop. Couldn't look anymore. Aiden called. "I just saw the news. I'm sorry. I didn't think they'd spin it this way." "Of course they would. Everything we do, Mason twists into something ugly." "Do you regret it? The partnership?" "No. My employees get paid. My business survives. That matters more than what strangers think." "I'm proud of you. For not backing down."

“Celeste, with the recent leaks about Mr. Sinclair’s past conduct, do you feel your message has been compromised?” She didn’t hesitate. “No.” The moderator blinked. “No?” She nodded. “Clean Slate is about transparency. About telling the truth, even when it’s uncomfortable. Damien Sinclair’s past is no secret now, and I won’t defend the mistakes he made, b ut I also won’t pretend that people can’t change. He’s the first man I’ve seen dismantle his own empire to prove it.” A soft murmur spread through the audience. Another reporter stood. “Are you still romantically involved?”

This was proven when Marshall nodded affirmatively and said, "Ted is a great attorney. I'm sure he can help you deal with this matter well." He even offered some advice saying, "However, keep an eye on the account called @ShilohTalks. His posts might appear pro-public, but they often carry a provocative tone that fuels division among the people." "He's practically a leech. Remember that viral incident about a girl wearing a Lolita costume taking her wheelchair-bound grandmother with her when she enrolled in university?" asked Vermont as he peeled an orange.

SHERRY'S POV The room stank of mildew with a single bulb buzzing overhead, flickering like it, too, was unsure if it wanted to keep going. I shut the creaky door behind me and tossed my face cap to the floor like it offended me. Finally. Air. Fresh and uninterrupted air. I hadn’t taken a real breath in days, not since the video leaked — not since the day I watched my name get dragged like trash across every social platform. I used to trend for my outfits and sharp comebacks, the perfect body figure I got from going to the gym daily, and placing myself on a diet. But now? It was for nothing other than shame, laughter, and pity.