Novel & Cerita Lip Gallagher Shameless

Sadly, it took her long enough to realize that she has just been used. I turned to Liam, furious. “Do you ever feel guilty about this?” I demanded, gesturing toward the door she’d just fled through. “About messing with people’s hearts like they’re nothing?” He just shrugged, smirking. “Oh, come on, Amelia. Don’t be so dramatic. I didn't force her, did I?” I could feel my blood boiling. “You’re unbelievable,” I snapped. “One day, you’re going to wake up and realize how shameless you are. And that you're just a dirty cow who can't control his loins.”

The adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving me with all the emotions I had buried while I focused on running. I dropped to my knees and tears bleed out of my eyes, blurring my vision and sending my hands to the earth. I was free. I, Camille Du... No. I wasn't a Dumont. I was a Gallagher. I Camile Gallagher was free and I missed my family. The one that actually loved me.

The shame I had been trying to suppress bubbled to the surface, my chest tightening painfully. “I can. But first, I have to tell you something,” I murmured, the words sticking in my throat. “At the gala... I lied. I hadn’t shifted yet. I was afraid, and I said what I thought would protect me. I’m so sorry. I should have told the truth, even if it would have made things worse for me.” Their faces fell, the hope that had briefly flared in their eyes extinguished in an instant. I thought I might be sick.

Every time we were together, Noah had lingered there. It turned out that spot reminded him of his first love. Every bit of tenderness I'd believed in had been an illusion. The truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a hollow laugh and went straight to the hospital that night to have the mole removed. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed as soon as I got home. In a fitful sleep, Noah's face kept appearing and fading away. All that remained was his voice, scolding me, calling me shameless.

She pumped me faster, whispering dirty things in my ear, how big I felt, how she wanted me to bend her over and fuck her raw, how wet her pussy was just from touching me. I came hard in her hand, biting back a groan. She milked every drop, smiling against my mouth like she’d won something. Afterward, I felt a rush of shame. I cleaned up quickly, mumbled an excuse about needing to get back to my family. Layla just laughed softly and slipped her number into my pocket. “Call me if you get bored again, Jack.” I drove home in silence, the guilt gnawed at me the whole way. I’d worked so hard to be better after my past mistakes. Yet, today I failed.

Liam’s voice was deathly quiet. Rachelle didn't even look at him. She kept her eyes on me, her lip curling in a sneer. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Liam! Truly! How could you even consider abandoning a woman of Evelyn’s standing for this? For a wretched little slut like ‘this thing’?” She pointed a trembling, diamond-encrusted finger at me. I dropped my head, the heat of her gaze burning my skin. I felt like a specimen under a microscope, something meant to be dissected and discarded.

Liam hovered behind them. Harold cleared his throat. “The footage from the new camera at the north corner of the property shows Miss Gallagher leaving of her own accord at approximately 9:40 last night. She walks casually toward a black vehicle with no visible plates. She taps the window and opens the door. Only then is she seized from behind by the masked individual. The manner of her approach suggests she expected someone she trusted.” Dax’s head snapped up. “What the fuck does that mean?” “It means,” Harlan said carefully, “that we have to consider the possibility she was lured. Or that she staged the event herself to avoid the wedding.”

When they were at the race complex the other day, Giselle's words undoubtedly broke down her psychological defenses. Here, she was doing the same thing today. Lyla dug her nails into her palms as she tried to calm her turbulent heart. Giselle only smiled, and her eyes sparkled. However, her voice sounded a little colder than before. "Ms. Sharp, is there anything about you that's worth obsessing over? Perhaps it's your fake identity as the Stone heiress, or your life before you had the plastic surgery?" Once Giselle said these words, all color drained from Lyla's already pale face.

And that even by these shameless girls who can't even compare to her hair. “Of course,” Layla replied proudly, earning a hateful glare from them in the process. They were frustrated and fuming. For the first time, they felt they have met someone who is more shameless than them. Their shallow mind was incapable of realizing how wrong their thinking was. Layla had nothing to be ashamed of. After all, it wasn’t anything illegal or shameful. Only narrow-minded people would feel ashamed of having lesser money than others.

“Yet, you wish to pay a visit to the Gargareans first. I have to admit that I am curious about your reason.” “They have Nora working in their brothel,” I said with annoyance. He threw his head back in laughter. “You know this, how?” “I was told by the…,” I began. Looking at the smug expression on Gail’s face, I realized that I’d been lied to. My blood boiled with frustration and anger. “She’s not with them. Is she?” Gail slowly shook her head. I closed my eyes as I fought back the tears of fear and frustration. “Why would you tell me such a lie?” My vocal cords barely cooperated enough for me to ask, “Is she alive?”