Shameless Book Novels & Stories

This is my first try at a werewolf story, so please pardon my mistake. This book is purely fiction, any resemblance of the names and places written in it to that of real life is a coincidence. Thank you for opening. Happy reading. Glory T!na ***A few words to look out for. I'll be adding them up will I finish the book Premier Shifting:

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.

She had been caught in an impossible situation and - not for the first time - she had called on her kid brother, Shane. Shane was always happy to help out, especially where Lucy was concerned, but he felt as though he had almost reached his limit here. The reason for this was his overwhelming shyness. He was a tall, handsome young man and people often took his quietness for brooding, but in truth, he just felt awkward trying to make conversation, especially with strangers. Some girls at school had tried talking to him and had gone away thinking that he was arrogant or aloof. In reality, the encounters had made him squirm and then, afterward, left him feeling angry and frustrated. He did, in

Her mother looked confused, "Penelope, what book are you talking about?" Penelope looked a little too excited, "It's filled with the most insane, steamy scenes I've ever read. She wrote about the guy she had a crush on and it went viral across a lot of campus forums. She wrote it, I swear, look..." Penelope held up her phone and Elias saw the humiliating cover page on the screen. Elias's heart thundered. She felt so ashamed and her palms began to sweat. Still, she held on to her professionalism and gave the girl a warm smile, "I'm afraid you must be mistaken, miss. May I recommend the house special Tonight?" Her tone was polite, but her toes were squeezed inside her shoes.

Palmer’s POV There is a peculiar shame that settles over you when the person you once trusted becomes the architect of your fear. It’s quieter than anger and heavier than grief — a slow sediment that layers itself under your ribs until you forget what it feels like to breathe without pressure. I found myself living inside that shame.

And I felt a mix of pride and anxiety when Linda didn't offer her hand to him for a shake either and just merely eyed him up and down before her gaze settled on me,with a look that made me flush with shame. I'd called her Miss Shaw, instead of Linda;she'd definitely noted that. “I'll be downstairs if you need me,” she finally said before turning away and walking out of the room. “MaryLinda’s actually nice…” “She needs to hit the gym,she's almost makes you look skinny.” Mortification lit my face on fire as I stared down my body, strongly resisting the urge to curl in on myself with shame. “Um…Jo…Mr Black isn't in the office right now.”

his voice commanded, and I pushed open the door, steeling myself for the ordeal to come. The sight that greeted me was all too familiar: the opulent furnishings, the air heavy with the scent of power and authority. I set the tray down with trembling hands, avoiding his gaze as I made my escape. Back in the kitchen, Jedah's mournful howls echoed my own inner turmoil, a constant reminder of my failings. I searched frantically for the source of my mistake, cursing my own incompetence. And then it hit me like a bolt of lightning: I had forgotten the salt.

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

The account wasn’t even his alone; it was shared among a few of them, pooling their resources. As I looked up at Linda and Layla, blissfully bathing on the balcony, my lips curled into a subtle smile. Finally, karma was knocking at their door. It didn’t take long for their sugar daddy to run out of money. Within a few days, the shared account was drained completely, and they could no longer afford the lavish gifts. When he entered the livestream one day, broke and unable to send gifts, Layla and Linda openly mocked him in private, calling him a cheapskate.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.