Shameless Audacity Novels & Stories

I couldn’t bear to. The silence in the car was thick and heavy. Adrian seemed to take pleasure in my discomfort, as though it were a victory he’d claimed, and I felt the weight of his smug amusement like a slap to the face. I kept my focus on the passing streets, willing the tension to dissipate, praying for a moment of calm. But every time I thought of what had happened in the auction room, my pulse quickened with shame. I felt tainted, humiliated by my own traitorous body.

Liam took an interest in her, but Audrey did not reciprocate, leading to some unpleasantness between them. Audrey tried to move away, but Liam kept getting close to her and even touched her. Audrey couldn't tolerate it. She stood up and glared at him. "Stop touching me, will you?" Maintaining a good reputation was crucial in business. Being publicly humiliated by Audrey put him in a bad mood. He sneered at Audrey. "What's the big deal? It's an honor to be touched by me. You're just a prostitute, after all. Why not just name your price?"

' Audrey got her message from Gloria's unyielding gaze. Audrey was frightened by Gloria's glare and took a step back. Then she felt ashamed of herself and said with a straight face, "Who the heck do you think you are? Gloria, I'm not that shameless like you. I've told you already. If you please me and my friends, I will give you what you want." Audrey had shamelessly gone back on her word, and now she looked so righteous. However, Gloria didn't mock her. A trace of mockery flashed through Gloria's eyes.

As I walked home, I couldn’t help but think about the post. Now that the noise had faded, my thoughts became louder. Adrien had a following since he was an athlete and a player for a beloved club in north London. This lie isn’t staying small. And for the first time, I wondered if I could keep it under my control.

“You piece of sh*t! Your company is bankrupt, and you are still scamming people’s money and wasting government resources. You are ruining the country’s profit and benefit. “Luna sees you as a friend, but you are trying to sell her off and scam her money… You are being disrespectful and disloyal to a friend!” Andrius was infuriated as well. He slapped Axel as he counted his sins. In less than ten seconds, Axel’s face had swollen terribly to the point that not even his mother would recognize him. However, it was still not enough for Andrius. Before he could continue, he heard someone shouting, “Andrius Moonshade, stop it right now!”

Sighed brokenly. "I don't know why you're trying so hard to keep quiet..." The words came roughly into the warmth of her rising and falling chest, "...we don't have to worry about your father in the other room," and as she tried so hard to press her lips together and ignore his devious teeth sucking and pulling at the skin of her lips, she failed oh-so-bitterly. Grunted rather loudly into his mouth. Pushed up against him. Felt heat spring to her face. “Oh, come on, just give it up already,” Pulling back slowly, he felt he could see more of her than he ever had. She was timid — shy, even — too afraid of embarrassing herself to make any sound… not as bold as she was when intoxicated… somehow,

Chapter One: A New Beginning Aqua’s heart raced as she walked through the imposing iron gates of Crestwood High. Another town, another school, another chance to start over—if only it were that simple. At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her.

I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion. "Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, Mr. Harrington, see the truth! Every fingerprint on these scissors belongs to Ryan! Just test them! My loyalty to you is as vast as the sky and as steady as the mountains—why would I ever destroy your gift?" The Sanders family's faces went green. Violet pointed at me in fury. "Pete! Do you have no shame?! Groveling like that brings nothing but disgrace to the Sanders name! What is wrong with you?!"

Aunt Leanne roared, interrupting Uncle Adam's attempt to change the subject, "I think you're the shameless one! You're old enough to be someone's father, and you're still doing such things. Adam, I'll kill you, you heartless bastard!" She then overturned the scalding pot of fish stew in front of her. Hot stew splattered all over Uncle Adam. "Ouch! It's scalding hot! You madwoman!" Uncle Adam screamed, jumping up with a thud as his face was smeared with stew. He looked like a clown. [Ding! Adam's rage has been detected. Leanne's resentment level is off the charts! Rage points +200!] [Rewards: 1 Doomsday Safe House Modification Card, 1-click door, window, and wall reinforcement, 100 servings o

“No, Brielle. You didn’t upset me. I upset me. I lost control.” The shame in his face was real. Tangible. But so was the fear that maybe this wasn’t a one-time thing. That maybe her forgiveness wasn’t healing—it was submission. The rest of the day, he worshipped her with his body—mouth, hands, words—burying apologies between her thighs, inside her. As if every orgasm could erase the sting. As if if he touched her gently enough, she'd forget the sound of his voice when it was cruel. He murmured over and over: