Lip Gallagher Shameless Novels & Stories

"You'll stop at nothing to get what you want, won’t you?" Layla's face turned bright red with rage, her eyes blazing with fury. "I'm not shameless!" she spat, her voice venomous. "Bella's the shameless one! She's always managed to steal everything I've worked hard for. She's a manipulative little...little..."

Max retorted. This time, Lillian stepped forward, her head held high. She couldn't allow Max to badmouth her and win tonight. Enough was enough. “Max, the only ugly person here is you. Cheating on your girlfriend of six years for some side chick, having sex with other girls while still expecting money from me for your show-off. You're the scammer, Max. The truth is, I despise you. I caught you both red-handed, naked in bed, and I left you like a piece of dirty used tissue from my life,” Lillian blurted out, relishing the change of color in his face.

“So yes, this was my fault. Auntie, please don’t stay angry over this, especially during Grandpa’s celebration. If he sees you upset, he’ll only worry.” “His health hasn’t been great lately, and it’s already rare for you to come back to Kingsley from Harbor City. You can scold me however you want later, but at least save me—and the Crawford family—a little dignity in front of everyone.” “People are watching.” To be fair, Liam truly was skilled at one thing. Shamelessness. Even while being publicly reprimanded, he still managed to twist his apology into a veiled insult. Navia sneered internally.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “I concur, sir,” said Laurent. I shoved the phone toward him, stalking away. When a servant tried to approach, he saw my expression and promptly backed away. I wished I’d strangled Connor Gallagher when I’d had the chance. Why had I been so stupid as to think he would give up? That he’d have some change of heart and realize what an utter piece of shit he was? I’d been a fool, and my wife would pay the price for it. When Niamh reappeared, though, she was all smiles when she saw me. She must not know yet. When she saw my expression, she shot me a confused look.

“And why exactly would she need help?” I swallowed, walking around the desk to place a hand on his arm. He didn't bat it away,a good sign. “She's just looking out for me,” I widened my smile. “She doesn't know you're my fiancé…darling,” I lied, ignoring the way Linda's eyes widened slightly. “This is Marylinda Shaw,Miss Shaw,this is my fiancé, Graylin Cullen.” Graylin remained silent. And I felt a mix of pride and anxiety when Linda didn't offer her hand to him for a shake either and just merely eyed him up and down before her gaze settled on me,with a look that made me flush with shame.

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

That is the only reason my claws hadn't shoved her away immediately. Noticing my beast's sudden distress, Gage Slater breaks free from Kairo Vale’s steel grip and circles back onto the path. “Gali, that was… Do your trackers actually know her?” he inquires, a loud note of surprise in his voice. I glance down at the crumpled paper cash in my palm—two crisp hundred-silver bills and a fifty-silver piece—and my face turns into a hard scowl. Without saying a single word to his face, I shove the cheap silver at Kairo Vale and stalk off toward the heavy doors of the VIP warrior lounge, completely ignoring Gage’s annoying question.

It's not like you stand to lose anything. I stormed forward and pushed her out of the room. "Evonne Ziegler, I finally understand now. You're sick in the head!" This time, I directly called her by her full name before slamming the door and locking it. "Hey! Shanice Xander, how dare you insult your mother? Open this door right now and apologize to her!" Jack shouted as he ran forward and pounded hard on the door. The rest of the relatives soon joined in. They were kicking and slamming against my bedroom door one after another.

Only then did Gisella recognize the two of them, and she was so terrified that she broke free and hid behind Chad. Ethan Moore and Lily Notts then spotted Chad. Lily teased Chad, saying, "I never expected a cheap woman like you to find such a handsome boyfriend. Hey, has she ever told you what she used to do? Before Chad could say anything, Ethan exclaimed, "She used to work as a hostess in a bar. She even went on the stage." Chad and Fifi were shocked. They never expected Gisella's life to deteriorate to that point. Gisella trembled; she felt suffocated. She nearly yelled as she said, "It's not like you said! You laid a trap to deceive me! I'm innocent!"

After clinking glasses and downing the drink with James Taylor, the two middle-aged men conversed happily. In the corner by the champagne tower, Olivia pointed to a woman. "Emily, is that Logan Morgan's wife?" Grace was wearing a dark purple dress today, a dull color that mirrored her mood. "Yes, that's Mrs. Morgan." Olivia snorted. "She dresses herself up as a high-society lady, but she's nothing but a shell." A shell? What does that mean? Seeing Emily's confusion, Olivia pursed her lips and explained, "A shell means someone who appears quiet and graceful on the outside, but if you get close, you can hear the noise of their chaotic inner world..."