Lip Gallagher Shameless Novels & Stories

And it was an easy choice, wasn’t it? Death or degradation. So I reached for the buckle of my pants, fingers trembling, and undid it. The waistband slid down. My legs were bare. My dignity slipped further away with every second. “Good girl,” Jake grinned. “You two—hands on her thighs. Let’s make it convincing.” Their touch made bile rise in my throat, but they didn’t go further. Just posed, positioned like props on a stage Lila had built from my shame. Then came the line I feared most.

"You knew I was the one who realized that video, you know what you did to deserve such an outcome, yet, you came here on your own two legs, to ask me for a favor so ridiculous, saying you'll forgive my foolish act, don't you have shame?" Isabella's cheeks slowly flushed and her eyes darkened. At her side, her fingers dug more into her palm, but the pain was nothing compared to the searing hot anger she was feeling. "You and William," Lily started, chuckling ever so slightly. "You both really are shameless, aren't you? The perfect match, huh?" Isabella gritted her teeth. "So, you're not going to do it?"

I know he would make sure I bear all the blame whereas he was the mastermind, the monster! His voice turned even colder. “Don't forget it was Gina who spread her legs for a gigolo. On her wedding night. For a few cheap bucks. And when she got pregnant, she killed herself in shame. That’s the woman you look like. The one you share a face with!” I froze, but only for a second. “Shameless whore,” Lillian muttered under her breath but I heard her.

“If not, you can't hold me accountable for my rudeness." At that moment, one of the spectators slammed a coffee cup in Liam and Jolie's direction. Liam’s single sleeve was discolored by the coffee. Still, it drenched Jolies's entire face. "Ouch!" Stella dragged Sherry out of the frame as Jolie released the screen. Stella didn't think it would be necessary for her and Sherry to battle with Liam because they were two women. They would bear the loss if it occurred. Sherry was still enraged when she left the selling office, asking herself, "How could that son of bitch be so brilliant at bullshitting? I'm so disgusted that I believed I was in love with him five years ago! Christ!"

Eight years of telling myself it wasn't that bad, that Gale only got angry when I provoked him, that every broken glass and every bruise was my fault for not being a good enough wife. Eight years, and I still flinched. The shame is worse than the pain. It bubbles up until I'm shaking so hard my teeth chatter. Sapphire tries to help—she's always been the brave one, the one who swallowed down every hurt and hid it somewhere deep. But there's nowhere to hide now. Not when every camera just captured my flinch in 4K. Knox kneels in front of me, blocking out the overhead light. His eyes are human now but there's still gold at the edges.

Riley reached for the last piece of pizza. Tasha looked as though she was considering saying something, but eventually let it go. Jax, meanwhile, was still laughing. “What is so funny?” “Just thinking about it. Charles Whitmore’s granddaughter steals a server uniform to escape her own gala, meets some guy who assumes she’s an actual waitress, and then spends twenty minutes giving him life advice.” Riley considered arguing. Then changed her mind. “...Okay. That was probably the second-best part of the gala.” “Second?”

I was only thirteen. Marcus Gallagher didn't like noise. He liked order, precision and loyalty. I learned early that love was a game men like us played with better poker faces. And I played it well. I shifted in my seat, the memory clinging like smoke. My chest tightened as I remembered Caitlin's laugh. The way it used to fill the penthouse before I poisoned it with rules and silences. Before I turned her into something breakable. I had promised her freedom once. And then, I caged her with my name.

"Leslie—" "But you stand there thinking you're Mister Perfect yourself! You stand there claiming you know the way to salvation, to safety like you've done nothing wrong, like you haven't made mistakes. But it's understandable to pin the blame all on me, right? I'm just the publicist. I'm just Garrett's Harrison Incorporated manufactured mess. I'm just the big bitch who has daddy issues and is a money whore, right? I'm the corporate nightmare who's the hopeless romantic type with no romantic life? But at least I have nice tits, right? That's a plus for you?"

Mia's POV Campus Shameless Fuckest (1) We have one rule in our friendship group: there would be no jealousy, no drama and no falling in love. But that rule starts crumbling when I begin to secretly fuck Selena’s boyfriend behind the group’s back… and loving every dirty second of it. The more I risk getting caught, the wetter I gets and day by day I shift from being the good girl I am to a fucking bad girl. ***** I knew I shouldn’t be here.

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.