Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

“You know, confess to the press that Mr. Davidson treated you like trash. Like the trash you are. Maybe your lovely Nathan will dump you then.” They burst into laughter again. Loud and ugly. I clenched my fists. My nails dug into my palms so hard I could almost feel the sting beneath my skin. They knew nothing of the things Ryker had put me through. They knew nothing of Nathan and I. They knew absolutely NOTHING. “Pathetic,” Redhead added, flicking her hair off her shoulder like she was queen of the universe. She gave me a smug little wink before turning on her heel and strutting off . Her two minions followed closely behind.

A shedding of weight. She didn’t know she was dancing for him. But she was. He watched her from the shadows. Watched her move like she had no idea the effect she had, hips swaying, body caught in rhythm, innocent and dangerous at once. She moved like she was trying to forget something—or maybe trying to remember who she was before the world told her to shrink. He wanted to see that look—that freedom—just for him. Undressed. Unashamed. Unafraid. And one night, he decided he’d waited long enough.

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?

"But-" "Are you really concerned about the truth of the matter? They just want to see me ugly... As long as I ignore it, they will fade over time... Oh, I just remembered, I have an account that I still haven't settled with you," Red teased as she lifted Chelsea's chin to meet her gaze. "They just want to see me ugly," Red continued. "As long as I ignore it, they will fade over time." Chelsea enquired in a bewildered manner, "What?"

Of course, he didn't have his eyes on her again, but her scent at the moment was causing all manner of erotic pictures and sex positions to appear on his mind. "At least my nose isn't shaped like a pig as yours." Emma said, laughing then as she handed the bags over to him. Shane wasn't left out in the laughing spree. "Dude, we should be going…before she blesses you with that kick of hers." Shane said, reminding him of their first meeting with the redhead. She had humiliated their alpha's son, with a K****u acrobatic of hers. It still amazed him. Her strength and bravery. Good qualities of a Luna. But she was a mere human. An inequality in the equation.

He remarks, and I answered him, not really noticing what he was looking at. " Indeed, it's beautiful." " All colors here are breathtaking, especially the red color." As he mentions red, my eyes were pointed at a bunch of pretty girls who were enjoying each other's company. In the middle, there was a breathtaking redhead girl, who was indeed a breath-taking one. She and Joshua were sharing that kind of stare. I chuckled as I pushed Joshua away. Then I add. " Bastard!" I shouted not loud so that he was the only one who heard me.

“But this got hard! It got hard, didn’t it?!” Red released her from the hug. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t have the strength. I couldn’t fight them.” She faced him. “You could, but because you’re promiscuous, you didn’t.” “Is that really what you think of me?” “Yes! What else could it be?” “Fine,” Red said. He grabbed Katleya. “I’m promiscuous, right?” “Let go of me! What the hell, Red?!” “No.”

The physical response his body had even though his mind was screaming at him to stop. 'I did that to him. I made him feel that way.' His eyes were red now, whether from shame or unshed tears, I couldn't tell. "I feel so ashamed, Kelly. I'm so sorry. And I'm not going to hide it or pretend. I am attracted to Sexy Red. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because of the mystery, maybe because I don't really know who she is. I've always felt drawn to her in ways I don't fully understand."

Laughter died on lips. Liam Ravindra walked in, looking like a king from a dark era. His tuxedo was tailored to perfection, his presence commanding. But he wasn’t the one people were staring at. It was me. I was wearing a gown of liquid gold that clung to my curves like a second skin. The fabric shimmered with every step, catching the chandelier light and throwing it back defiantly. My long hair was down, cascading in dark waves over my shoulders. My face was expertly painted, my lips a deep, blood-red. I didn’t have my glasses. My eyes were clear, piercing, and fixed directly on the VIP section.

Bella looked at the smiling face of this man, and the words that immediately came to her mind were "Shameless!" Hearing this, Levi burst into laughter. "Hahahaha... it's not like you didn't know I was shameless. No one has ever dared call me shameless before, so you should feel honored to say that to me." In response to Levi's teasing, Bella was truly at a loss for words. He wasn't just shameless but also unashamed. In Bella's case, if he wasn't ashamed, then she must certainly be the one who was. Levi didn't say anything more; he took advantage of Bella's inattention and pulled down her panties, causing Bella to gasp.