Shameless Book Novels & Stories

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

“Uh… I wouldn’t know.” Celia’s breath caught. And just like that—she understood. Of course he hadn’t touched her. Not like that. Not yet. He was still grooming her. Still wearing the good-boy mask. A strange relief washed through her—twisted and ugly. He hadn’t ruined Brielle yet. “Good for you,” Celia said, slipping her lip gloss into her purse with a little click. “Hold out as long as you can. Guys like to think they own you once they’ve had you. Especially the charming ones.”

The dress and the mini case she carried at the back of the posh BMW was according to the poetic language in the little but highly publicized book. She rehearsed her salutations briefly, sadly a stammer still persisted. She wondered why, if only for the sake of the event, the stuttering wouldn’t excuse her. Then she realized her same deformity propelled her behind enemy lines and do the unimaginable things. She slowly drove into the alley, looking around for familiar faces. Kelly made it clear; his presence was going to be detrimental to the launch of the book. She was on her own, facing the reality of life. She had taken eight months to pen the most lethal weapon and concealed it in the poet

THE WORLD seems like it’s about to swallow Shean. That is how she feels. She could not open social media accounts for fear of seeing the fruit of the shame she had committed. She was still under the shower even after long hours of bathing. She feels like it was only the water that she could hide. She was experiencing so much shame just right now. She felt like bashers were all around her. She doesn't even know if her erotic novel will be sold because of the scandal she gets in.

Who the fuck am I? The missing bride to a rich bachelor. Beloved daughter, and dutiful sister. Successful woman of business, the “it girl”. The malleable girl that doesn’t have a back bone or notion of her fiancé’s various affairs. Who smiles for the press and does as she’s told. The girl who looks happy and has it all together but is secretly dying inside. Shelling off every part of her that doesn’t fit the picture or….. Emily Danvers, runaway bride, daughter of betrayal, mistress behind closed doors and torturer of loathing cousins. Selfish and neglectful to her daily life.

She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead. She’d just finished mentally chastising herself for feeding her superstitions and fears with books of that nature and was hurrying to return it to the shelf when she accidently slammed into a firm, immobile body. At first, she thought it was a mannequin, but she soon realized that there was life in that smooth smile and those sparkling brown dark eyes.

Lame stretches her hand and says a word some shining powders appear on her palm hand as she sprinkles them on the shoe trace legs that she saw on the ground and the trace begins to show some stars, which leads to where the book was before. When Lame search there, she did not found the book then she follows the one that leads outside of the library, as she was going, suddenly Lame met the head of the rebel with his Men, they were parking the palace treasures in haste. Lame stopped and she asked their leader that where is Ashek! The head of the rebel did not want to speak at first but Lame force him to speak up now. "Where is Ashek?" Lame asked with an angry voice.

I mumbled, feeling shy, and left quickly, feeling proud of myself. Becoming shameless wasn’t that bad. I giggled at that thought. * #TBC

I rushed toward the grave. The blood-stained words read, "Cindy Larson is a shameless woman, and the parents who raised her are animals!" What kind of hatred or grudge could make someone deface Peter and Lila's grave with such vicious words? My vision went black. I collapsed to my knees, desperately trying to wipe the words off. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. I've failed you. You can't even rest in peace. It's my fault. How could this happen? I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry!"

My eyes widened, “A man. Who is that man?” She breathed heavily. “Lilian, I was so stupid that day. I just wanted someone intimate. I saw the man, his name is Jace. He looks macho. After using the convenient, we mistakenly bumped into each other. He gave me his number and that was it.” She said, feeling stupid and shame all over her. She continued.