Shameless Book Novels & Stories

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.

My consciousness almost bolted out of my body as I sat there in the sofa, dick in hand, and the video still ongoing, not even giving a fuck or two that I had been caught masturbating. I didn't know what gave me the morale, but I knew that I had read somewhere that the only way to not feel shamed is to be shameless, and so I decided to be shameless; I owned nobody no explanation. “ Hey, you back?” I casually asked him as I continued stroking my dick, hoping that he would be the one to feel ashamed and run off. He just stood there, the shock still evident in his face, “ seems like you wanna join me, don't you?” I said, smiling hysterically as I stroked harder, a part of me growing more comfort

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.

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

I realized even if he is a celebrity and very popular all over the country and abroad, he still blushed. "It is nice to meet you, Alice," Gael said, and my eyes widened in disbelief, and I became speechless when my best friend moved closer to him and hugged Gael without warning, and Alice gestures took him off-guard, but he acted so cool about it, and I had to pull Megan's blouse so she would let go of Gael. "I am sorry, Gael, I have been dying to do that ever since I can remember. I am one of your super fans, " My best friend said, and I could tell she felt ashamed of what she had done.

My books slipped from my hand and hit the floor, scattering slightly across the tiles. I bent down quickly, but before I could even pick them up properly, I noticed something else.. I crouched there for a second longer than I should have, feeling the heat in my face rise as footsteps passed around me. My fingers reached for my books, I picked it up but I didn’t stand up , I was ashamed . “ Fuck all of you !” I cussed under my breath . “ Is that Rex ?” . I didn’t raise my head but I noticed the space around me changing as students stepped back slightly

And we sure as hell don't forgive. We get even. And we make traitors pay a price they can't afford. At dawn, I walked into the study and opened the safe only I knew the code to. Inside were all the confidential files on Vincent's business dealings—as his wife, I had access to everything. I took a photo of every single document. Game on.

The digital silence felt like a heavy stone on my chest. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. I felt exposed, fragile, and more awake than I had been in years. The life I was supposed to lead,the football, the family name, Eleanor’s cool, predictable beauty, felt like a costume I could no longer zip up. The shame wasn't about the act; the shame was about the desire. The shame was realizing that the man who held my fate in his hands was the only person who made me feel like I was actually breathing.