Lips Gf Shameless Novels & Stories

I was unconsciously drooling. Host! the system sounded exhausted. "If you ever need a wife..." "..." "I am available." "..." He pauses. Just for one second. Only one. "Wait, that sounded way better when I said it in my head." "You are shameless," he mumbled, walking away. Host! Current Flirting Score: 2/100. Congratulations. You have successfully made the atmosphere colder. Why were all the handsome men in this world emotionally constipated? Was smiling illegal? Did beastmen lose facial muscles after adulthood?

James commented as he kept his gaze on my leg, his tone a little more deep and gruff than I’ve heard it before. “That’s my intention. I don’t want to make my condition worse.” I give a squeal and jerk in his hold as he begins to massage the sole of my foot, about to pull it away because it tickles, before I practically melt into my chair and moan as his thumbs rub a particular achy spot on my sole. His hands tremble slightly as I make the sound and immediately my entire face is red in embarrassment as I realize how I sounded. “Um…. Yeah so let’s not acknowledge that i'm hopelessly awkward and move on to another topic. Ok? Ok”

She was the type of woman who couldn't hide her beautiful aura even though she was shabbily dressed. Havie taps his finger on his desk. Then he turned his head slowly to face his friends who were focusing on their respective work. Havie almost snorted as he watched all of his friends' expressions turn serious after mocking him earlier. As much as they had their fun, as much work they put in to graduate safely. “Hey, you guys look familiar with her. How come?" Havie asked, breaking the silence and concentration of his friends who started smirking again. Especially Clement.

her face went beetroot listening to his words . How can he talk so casually about kids? She thought in her mind . (by the way. Don't you think we have a thriller story to tell our kids that how we got married ) "Shameless" Asim laughed listening to her words . He was continuously caresing her face feeling her on his fingerpads . His eyes went to her lips , looking so fresh. He gulped . As soon as Aima sensed his gaze on her lips, her face started to heat up and she lowered her head .

Oh let's see what my sweet cousin had got here! Like the big-besharam (shameless) I am,I open the chat.I was caught off guard by blue heads of not so few girls. Whoa man.Chocolate eyes was a complete player. So I stuck on intense convo where LIPS IN LIPS was playing.... Ugh when did he become so shameless.It was really that Amaar who used to watch cartoons with me and don't even get a thing what was happening and I used to explain to him. How his pea-sized brain understand these ways was out of my understanding.

she backtracked quickly, stammering. “I know.” Lola let out a soft sigh as her gaze drifted to the glowing neon lights of the strip club sign ahead. They reflected her green eyes like tiny fireworks. “But here’s the thing, if I’m not shameless, someone else will try to tear me down. And I’m not about to give them that power.”

He leaned down, licking along the skin of her lips before diving inside with a warm and wet tongue. Her heart quivered, much like her legs that were clutched together as he searched every crevice and corner of her mouth. The flames in the pit of her stomach blazed even higher and her walls dribbled with need. It was as if she was a b*tch in heat… But for him? She couldn’t believe it…how could she have the same person who had humiliated and forced her~ lips against hers? How could she be so f*cking shameless?

I typed hoping he will give up the topic. The dots appeared immediately. Well, I am bothered, Rachel. And I am not anyone. But you know what? You seem to have enjoyed the kiss, so do your thing. I’ll send my driver to bring your things tomorrow. My eyes widened. His words hit hard. He was right. The kiss. It didn’t even last up to five seconds, but I didn’t push Damian away. In fact, I closed my eyes. My chest burned. Shame ate me alive. How shameless could I be? After Liam’s betrayal, I thought I had learned my lesson. I thought heartbreak had taught me to guard myself.

People around us started whispering and pointing, judging me for being cold. Moral blackmail? I looked at the whiskey and smirked inwardly. Too bad for them—I had plenty of flaws, but a conscience wasn't one of them. "Of course not, Ryan. We're brothers, aren't we?" I took the glass, swirled it, and lifted it to my lips like I was about to drink. Then, eyes going wide in mock horror, I suddenly gasped, "Oh my god! Ryan, your lips—they're turning purple!"

Girls like Sam loved reading such romance novels; they just read for fun and not because they were expecting some life lessons from them. “You have such a great mind.” “And you have such beautiful lips,” he blurted, and I suddenly realized his gaze was on my lip all along. His hand moved to my face; he helped flip some strands of hair off my face before bringing his face close to mine, so close that our eyes were on the same level. “So don’t you owe me something?” Liam asked, and I shook my head; I don’t remember taking anything from him. He leaned closer, and I felt his lip on mine; he simply brushed my lips with his.