Lip Gallagher Shameless Novels & Stories

Knowing that Anna would raise her arm to teach him a lesson, Liam grabbed her wrist nimbly. Anna blushed with some embarrassment. She took the napkin next to her and wiped her lips hard, cursing in an angry whisper, "What a shameless man!" "I can do something more shameless. Do you want to try it?" Liam narrowed his narrow eyes and hooked up his thin lips sarcastically. Anna slapped the simple table in the car angrily. She stood up, pointed at Liam's nose, and cursed loudly, "How dare you flirt with me? Liam, you are the most shameless man I've ever seen!"

"Shit. Move!” Liam approaches Chelsea. He drew closer until he heard the girl's mumble. "I shouldn't be drunk. Getting drunk is a bad deed. I shouldn't have raped him, I'm such a scum. I'm really trash." 'Rape? Does she think she raped me?! Liam Shax?! Me?!’ Liam gritted his teeth ferociously. “I can no longer live with this sin. Oh my god, I'm sure there's no mercy for me. I have raped a man. Gosh, hng, I have no purpose in life anymore."

Unable to let out a retort, Luke turned to Gillian and fumed, “Gillian, you are very shameless. It turns out that this is the type of woman you are…” Gillian thrust out her chin haughtily and raised her nose in the air. She straightened her back and smiled arrogantly without bothering to clarify herself. “So what? What can you do about that?” She retorted cockily. She snorted inwardly while thinking that Luke was a very shameless person. How dare he tag her as a shameless adulterer when he and Willa dared to cheat Gillian on Luke and Gillian’s engagement party? How dare a pot call a kettle black?

" You never know how shameless a girl can be until she finds a money bank. " " Oh wow. I can't believe that she was so shameless to climb into his bed despite how holier than thou she claims to be. " " You are obviously the only one that fell for that, as I knew from the onset that it was just a pretense. " " How shameless! " " A stranger who sees her, would think she's a little baby princess not knowing that she's a snake in the green grass. " Another girl spat.

In the past, words like these would have cut Layla deep. Xena thought so too. But reality didn’t go as she expected. Layla simply sneered, not even bothering to reply. She got up, ready to leave. “I slept with Sean!” Xena blurted it out, her voice shrill with excitement. When she saw Layla pause for a split second, she got bolder. “In your wedding bed, no less! The mattress you picked out was really comfortable.” Finally, she had managed to disgust Layla. Layla turned back to look at her and asked, completely calm, “Since when was shamelessness something to be proud of?

Fired up with embarrassment and shame to having to witness such atrocities, Lady Francesca immediately closed her eyes and covered her palms so as to save her innocence further. She also turned her back into them as she felt the heavy and awkward atmosphere building. She didn’t know Verindale could be this wild and scandalous as she read it in the London publications and tabloids. It was a common knowledge to everyone that the Verindale’s present 19th earl of the earldom was a bold rebellious aristocrat who consistently tries to break the natural flow of the aristocracy as we know it.

She organized her thoughts and then looked at Christine, saying, "She was so shameless, and everyone in the Fittro Club knew. How could she crawl on the ground and bark like a dog for money? She even picked up the money on the ground with her mouth. Christine, everyone is scolding her..." Lillian felt ashamed when she said it. Christine suddenly smiled. Her smile was unusually bright, like the melting snow in the early spring. Lillian thought, 'I did not say anything wrong this time, right?' At the thought of Gloria, Lillian felt ashamed. Christine smiled at Lillian and asked, "What are you scolding her for? Is she shameless? Or is she a cheap woman?"

I yell at him. “That is not your safeword, Miss Gaard. Do you remember your safeword?” His voice is strained and filled with barely withheld anger. Those words somehow set me free. I take a shaking breath and feel tears well up in my eyes as every emotion hits me at once. Anger, disgust, frustration, sadness and shame. “Yes, sir.” His hands on my upper arms tighten at my words. Or perhaps at the tears in my voice. “What color are you?”

“Do you even remember what you did? You and your little vixens stole our clothes in the locker room. Tore them to pieces. Me and Agatha had to walk home in bathrobes. Bathrobes, Lya! And you took pictures—don’t shake your head, I know it was you. You posted them on PackGram. For months, it was trending. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for us?” Lya’s chest ached as the memory replayed itself in her head—the laughter, the smug grins of her friends, the rush she’d felt from the attention. At the time it had felt powerful. Now, hearing Linda’s voice tremble with the memory, it felt rotten. The shame crawled up her throat, making her voice catch. “I… I am sorry about that,” she whis

"But that damned Gallagher! He said he never planned to kill you! He left Carmilla for you! Said he loves you! You—a gold-digging bitch!" I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he slapped me again. My face must be swollen badly by now—every tear that touched my cheek stung against the raw skin. "So before I kill you, I want to find out what makes Gallagher so obsessed with you. You must be good in bed, Fitzgerald."