Shameless Audacity Novels & Stories

Emma drawled slowly, dragging my name like she was tasting it, “you about to spread those legs wide and shake your boobs for strangers every damn night. Get used to being naked the second somebody says strip. This ain’t no shy-girl game no more. Welcome to the hustle, baby.” I shrugged off the blouse, popped the bra hook, and let my heavy boobs spill out free. Nipples already hard as bullets from the cold AC blast and the straight-up realness hanging thick in the room. That thin scar slashed across my ribs caught the light. A prison gift from some hoe who tried to kill me over a single pack of smokes. Bitch learned quick.

The moment my finger grazed the screen, a sharp chill ran through me. The message was short but dripping with his usual arrogance and disdain: [Don't bother coming to the alliance banquet. A shameless woman like you doesn't deserve to be seen with me in public.] Shameless? My mind went blank for a second, like I'd just been sucker-punched. What is he even talking about? What exactly have I done that's "shameless"? That simmering anger I'd buried not long ago flared up all over again at his baseless accusations. But then, strangely, another feeling crept in—one of absurdity, and, oddly, relief.

Those people you 'busted'—the so-called people pretending to be wealthy heirs—merely wanted to take some photos they liked and, unable to afford the real items, bought a few knockoff watches. "You say they were pretending so they could lure wealthy women, but what you didn't know was that they'd skipped buying the watch and were living frugally so they could donate the money to charity. "Because your heart is filled with malice, you view others through that same malicious lens." Not long after Tyson was locked up, Solana reappeared. After a week of torture, there wasn't a single part of her body that was unharmed. She had even been electrocuted until she lost control of her bladder.

When Creed heard the notification, he was a bit confused. The mechanical voice had shattered his rhythm. Creed was having so much fun, he wanted to continue. He gestured at the AI to stop the recording. A sense of disappointment swallowed him. It wasn’t a daily occurrence that he could reach such an ecstatic state of mind. However, the moment his mind cleared up, Creed’s legs gave up. His stance immediately crumbled like cards.

Draco says. “I am so thankful. You have to know I was terrified there. Lila was awful. She kept taking my clothes and beating me. That creepy guy enmo or mon whatever his name was kept licking my face. It was gross,” Aurora says. “Why did you finally trust him?” I ask.

’ It was a challenge to his ego and fuel to his lust-filled brain. The feeling of his enormous length pressing against me and the friction of the coarse carpet had my orgasm come racing. And when it did, my eyes instantly rolled at the back of my head. A hoarse scream escaped past my lips while my body convulsed, sending waves of humiliating pleasure over me. It was unlike any orgasm I've ever had. The pulsating waves of pleasure were so intense it was almost painful. It seemed to go deep into my soul, rattling my bones, making me feel dirty like a wh*re and a queen at the same time.

I look down and do the same. The heat from my body caused me to sweat and all the foundation came of on my shirt. That is what you get for buying cheap shit. I blush as the purple bruises of lust are in full view and look at Amy. "Well now I know why he was so annoyed." Amy say smirking. I blush again for what seems like the hundredth time and Amy only laughs. Oh, God.

I chuckled to myself, How fool am I? AMAYA’S POV Her selfishness got the best of her and it was not looking good on her side. I only hoped she could have thought about it hard before attacking with that kind of approach. Ace may have already warned me on our way here but she still has taken me by surprise. I was also ashamed of how much weakness I have shown her. I wanted to fake it and then show her that I can attack her back but I couldn’t. Slapping her and those revelations were not enough to have her lose her stand. It’s like I am only talking back to someone higher than me.

They burned, as if each one carried the weight of the humiliation I was feeling. I pressed my elbows together, burying my face in them, hoping to block out everything. But it didn’t work. Those awful words crept back into my mind like uninvited guests, taunting me mercilessly: Whore. Slut. Prostitute. Shameless homewrecker. Unwanted bitch. Useless bastard. Pretty c**t. Each word echoed, growing louder and sharper, until it felt like they were carving into my soul. And then, as I shook feverishly, I realized something that sent another jolt through me.

All of the recordings only have one word as the name, the few I was able to grab the name were: Shine, Moon, Stars, Smile, Happy, Heartbeat, Love and Laughter. I scroll down and it was a very long line of recordings. One of them had the name Lust and I knew immediately which it was, still I clicked on it and I heard my moans, the same one that was uploaded on the school site. I quickly paused it, not wanting my mother to hear it, although I knew she wouldn’t but I just didn’t want to listen to it again.