Lip Gallagher Shameless Novels & Stories

“Are you serious? She came into my room—” “Shhh,” Liam cut me off sharply, his glare burning into me. His eyes dropped to my shirtless torso. “Look at you—shirtless and waiting. Are you really that cheap? Trying to rape this girl? How horrible are you?” The accusation landed like a punch. This was a total lie, a twisted fabrication that made my blood boil. “Wait,” I snapped. “Don’t listen to her. She came in here on her own. I was already shirtless because it was hot—”

“I’m not going to cook with a banana you’ve already eaten.” Now I felt especially stupid. What was I doing? Flustered, I was close to tossing the banana in the trash and running back to my room, but I forced myself to take a deep breath. I set the stupid banana on a nearby counter and held out my hand. “I’m Niamh Gallagher.” Added in a harder tone, “Sean Gallagher’s granddaughter.” The woman clucked her tongue. “I know who you are, lass.” She didn’t take my hand, though. She just kept staring at me, like she’d never seen someone like me in her life.

💋Addicted To You💋 [More Than A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Kamara B. Blake . #Season_2: Chapter Twelve😘 . 😘Brianna😘 "You should be ashamed of yourself, Mrs. Paige. Just because I'm not rich doesn't mean I can't be with Liam". "Isn't it obvious?". "Really? What about your husband? You were wealthy and yet he cheated on you with my poor Mum. How about that?".

he shouted. I chuckled. “I’m so hot,” I groaned. “Stop overreacting. It’s not like you haven’t seen a woman’s boobs all your life.” My entire body was burning up. “You’re really shameless,” he sighed. “To be shameless is to be able to do everything you want. I’ll take that as a compliment.” I opened my heavy-lidded eyes. I was a bit dizzy, but I could still see him perfectly. “What? You’re giving up already?” I watched the way his upper lip curled. “What an easy hundred thousand.”

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

Gayle had volunteered—an unusual occurrence, since he rarely looked up from his laptop without being forced to—but Sheila had shot him down without hesitation. "Pervert. You just want an excuse to see my tits," Sheila said, rolling her eyes. Gayle muttered something under his breath, adjusting his glasses. "I don't see the big deal," he grumbled, pounding away at his keyboard again. Sheila’s apartment was... an experience. Sophia spotted a few odd-looking dildos casually tossed around, and a pair of handcuffs dangling from a lamp. Sheila only laughed and sheepishly pushed them aside. Choosing a dress turned into a whole ordeal.

someone said shakily, “what’s going on? Isn’t your dad the billionaire?” “The billionaire?” my father said lightly. “I had no idea my driver had been promoted behind my back.” One sentence was enough to expose everything. Mr. Hale’s face turned ashen. “I’m sorry, Mr. Grant. I lost my judgment for a moment and offended Miss Grant. I’m truly sorry.” Lisa finally understood. All year long, she had been showing off in front of me. And all year long, I had known exactly what she was. Nothing but a liar wearing someone else’s life.

“You brought this on yourself. I warned you about crossing the line.” With that, the belt came down again, harder this time, and she gasped, feeling the sting bloom across her skin. Her body trembled, caught in shame and anger. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” she pleaded, but he remained unfazed. “You want to be treated like a lady?” he growled. “Then act like one. You’ve lost that privilege tonight.” Lila whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. The pain was sharp, but it was the shame that cut deeper. “I won’t— I won’t disrespect you again,” she promised, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just please… stop.”

Her sharp nails dug into his bare backside as the wet heat of her body pressed against his, urging him to complete the act. "Now," She demanded, grinding her slick, wet flesh against his erection. "I need you now." He had no wish for this moment to linger, so with one strong thrust he consummated this sham. Pleasure shot through him like wildfire, at the same time his tormented soul was ripped by the agonizing feelings of guilt and shame. The havoc within seemed to stretch each painful second to eternity, and he carried on and on until sensations and emotions became almost too much to bear. Her scream of pleasure echoed off the room as her body shuddered beneath him, and he managed to withdr

He stood there for a second and left the room, closing the door with a bang. The second the door closed my body collapsed to the ground and I started sobbing with anger, hurt, and shame. How can he treat me like this when he has a girlfriend? What does he think about me? Am I going to be his shame forever? I don't want to live like this and I definitely don't want to be a second option.