Shame A Novel Novels & Stories

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

“No. The purpose of a secret is to conceal shame. I have no shame in paying for sex.” Then, I didn’t know what secret he wanted to protect. He killed people all the time, so I assumed it had nothing to do with that. He didn’t seem like a thief or a cheat, so that didn’t make sense either. I was curious but didn’t ask. “It’s hard to imagine a scenario where you would feel shame.” Perhaps it was something he’d done a long time ago, before he became a man, when he was still a boy trying to find his way in the world.

“I was so humiliated, Aziel. Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of embarrassment in my entire life,” I complained as I rushed out of the house. Aziel let out a deep sigh on the other end of the line. “You don’t even know how to feel shame,” he muttered. I stopped walking and forced myself to breathe. “Okay, fine. I’ve buried shame somewhere deep in my system a long time ago but last night was different. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Do I really look like a fucking minor to you?”

I whimpered in fear as I started struggling underneath him, but there was no way to go, I was trapped and my shame was visible to him. My body had betrayed me the moment he had called me a bad girl, and I felt panic spiking in my chest as he parted my legs and I swallowed hard, my chest aching with the truth. “Please…please just let me go..” I begged as I could feel the heat pooling between my legs so fast and intense as I tried to press my legs together, shame creeped up my spine. “You want my cock, I’ll give it to you.” He said and in the same second, Nikolai slammed into me so hard that my vision darkened around me.

The males lope off on four legs for the highlands, my mate somewhere among them, probably at the front between Bram and Leith. I wish I could scrape Alec’s words out of my head. I’d use an ice pick if I had one. I wish the river would swell like a tsunami and wash me away. I can still taste him. Now that the stink is thinning as the males get further away, there’s a slightly salty aftertaste when I swallow. It’s not strong, but it’s there. I glance down. My knees are still stained green. Years of deferred shame crash through my body, lighting my face on fire. If shame could shatter bones, my jaw would be in pieces. My skull would be dust.

Friendly overtures, attempts to prove she was not a crazy sex fiend. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she told herself. Just because her relationship did not look like most everyone else’s did not make it bad. Compared to some so-called normal relationships, hers was far healthier for everyone involved. But stuck in her head was the image from a movie she had once seen where a crowd of scandalized people had hissed and pointed at the heroine: Shame! Shame on you! Shame! “Why are we stopping?” Alexei was immediately alert, sliding along the seats to the driver’s window and pulling it open. “What is up?”

I couldn't survive Thane being taken away from me. I ignored my phone, ignored the buzzing and the missed calls from Thane. I couldn’t bear to hear his voice, not when shame had its claws in me. **** The days that followed were almost nonexistent. The phone lit up with his name over and over, but my throat locked every time. I couldn’t even bring myself to answer Thane’s continuous call. Couldn’t bear the weight of his voice when I felt like I was drowning. Shame wrapped itself around me like a shroud. I couldn’t face him—not when I’d failed so completely. Food went untouched. My room reeked of stale coffee and sweat-soaked sheets, the air as heavy as my chest. Every knock from the outside w

The same feeling from before was back again, this time even worse. Not again. I got out of bed slowly, holding the sheet to my waist like it could protect me from the wave of emotion crashing through my chest. My hands shook. My jaw clenched. He left again. No note. No text. Not even a goodbye. Did he think it was a mistake again? Was he ashamed of it? Was I the only one who remembered every second? I sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled my knees up to my chest, and buried my face in them. It wasn’t just heartbreak this time, it was shame. A deep, sharp, gut-wrenching shame.

I could never talk openly about what happened to me to anyone, besides being humiliating; it is embarrassing and shameful. "What point? I just don't want to talk about myself to a person I don't know. You are the mother of the man who sells women and you treat this as if it were normal!” I let out between fruit and sighs, I wanted to feel relieved, but all I felt was shame.

Anywhere but here. Even after all I said, still, no one moves or says anything. But I feel it then, shame. It’s so thick in the air that it almost suffocates me. They’re ashamed of themselves or of their alpha, I don’t care, because that’s the best they can offer me, and it’s so pathetic. “You’re all pathetic.”