Lip Gallagher Shameless Novels & Stories

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

“ Forget it. I have nothing to say about this matter. I’m sorry I messed up your birthday party. I will send someone to make amends someday. Mark, let’s go.” Shameless! So shameless! “Just how could one be so shameless?” Priscilla thought to herself. An uproar was heard in the crowd as people started to mutter about what just happened. “How could she be so shameless to hook up with Shane of the Wilson Group.” “Your lies will be exposed! Just wait and see.” Priscilla said to Rose. Priscilla turned to leave. But just then she suddenly felt weakness in her legs. Rose's cold voice came from behind. “ You are right. Lies will always be exposed someday, but… what if I indeed make it a fact?”

In the beginning, Lessie already had a stomachful of anger toward Valencia, which she had been suppressing all this while, but finally getting a chance, she won't let it go easily. Valencia, that bitch, ruined the wedding anniversary Lessie carefully arranged and set all her plans into shambles while blackening her reputation. There's no way Lessie will let go easily. Gillian immediately took a step forward and snorted while eyeing Valencia in disdain. “Valencia, you are truly shameless! It's enough that you'll do anything to sabotage Tatiana's reputation. After all these years, you are still very shameless. Luckily, you are shameless enough to flee the wedding. The thought of you in our fam

“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.”

How could she say that her brother was shameless when he was clearly a gentleman? Just as Luna was thinking about how to explain and smooth things over, Paige suddenly nodded. "Yeah. You're right. He's shameless in private." Luna was taken aback to hear that Chris was shameless. Was he shameless in the way she thought he was? Paige was a gentle and kind girl. If even a gentle and kind girl could not help but call her brother shameless, how shameless must he be? She could not picture it, but she was very curious.

Alger frowned and said, "How shameless are you! Do you still want to spend that kind of money? Why are you still laughing? You are shameless!" "You're right!" Gloria suddenly shouted. She shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'm shameless! Shame on me! I am that so-called whore in your mouth!" Alger slapped Gloria in the face again in anger. He roared angrily, "Bitch! You are so cheap! I'll say this to you again. Change your job! Now! Don't ever go to a shitty place! We can't afford to be humiliated again!" Gloria quietly looked at the middle-aged man in front of her.

"The gala girl. The one from the viral video trying to jump on Julian Vane. I recognized her the second she walked in." "I heard she tried the same thing with her own sister’s fiancé. Some people have no shame. She’s probably just another charity case for Mr. Ashford." The words felt like a bucket of water was dumped over my head and the little excitement I had gathered from all the shopping was replaced with a dull throbbing ache in my chest. I wanted to scream and tell them it was all a lie but no one would believe me and so I grabbed my purse from the chair and walked back out keeping my head down.

I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion. "Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, Mr. Harrington, see the truth! Every fingerprint on these scissors belongs to Ryan! Just test them! My loyalty to you is as vast as the sky and as steady as the mountains—why would I ever destroy your gift?" The Sanders family's faces went green. Violet pointed at me in fury. "Pete! Do you have no shame?! Groveling like that brings nothing but disgrace to the Sanders name! What is wrong with you?!"

he slithered, “I mistepped in the bushes mistakenly stumbling and stepping on a sleeping tiger. It got mad and …” I said purposely not completing the sentence and telling part the truth, this Zale will end up killing the little girl if I tell him everything He watched me for several seconds, his gaze boring holes into the second deep claw tear on my neck, my hand dropped to my side and the deep suffocating presence shifted. He was gone, walking away calmly, but the dangerous aura even from miles away was enough warning.

The moment my finger grazed the screen, a sharp chill ran through me. The message was short but dripping with his usual arrogance and disdain: [Don't bother coming to the alliance banquet. A shameless woman like you doesn't deserve to be seen with me in public.] Shameless? My mind went blank for a second, like I'd just been sucker-punched. What is he even talking about? What exactly have I done that's "shameless"? That simmering anger I'd buried not long ago flared up all over again at his baseless accusations. But then, strangely, another feeling crept in—one of absurdity, and, oddly, relief.