Shameless Book Novels & Stories

she questioned, waving the book like it was some kind of trophy. My hand twitched, itching to snatch that book away from her. It contained my life, my secrets, my embarrassing thoughts, my fears, everything. But I couldn't snatch it. I couldn’t move. I was just too numb, too frozen, too broken to do that. Instead, my gaze wandered across the crowd, searching for help, for anything… but all I saw were their eyes, wide open, waiting for her to spill the beans, waiting to feast on my shame. My heart burned, my chest tightened so hard I almost forgot how to breathe. How the hell did I even get myself into this situation? How could I be so stupid?

Every time we were together, Noah had lingered there. It turned out that spot reminded him of his first love. Every bit of tenderness I'd believed in had been an illusion. The truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a hollow laugh and went straight to the hospital that night to have the mole removed. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed as soon as I got home. In a fitful sleep, Noah's face kept appearing and fading away. All that remained was his voice, scolding me, calling me shameless.

Shameless. It felt like it had been years since I'd actually breathed and let myself go. Priam had said something in the passing. I needed to strip myself of all feeling, all attachments before I could find that well within myself. Then acceptance would help me tap from it. I wondered if it was possible to strip myself bare. I felt too much. Everytime I did try to... strip, I saw them and I closed up. I couldn't face it. Them. Not yet. It was too much and it was easier to shove it in a box and lock it up.

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.

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?!"

When she saw me, she blurted out: "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" The microphone was still at her lips. If I hadn't used so many eye drops, I might have burst out laughing. Anthony immediately stepped in to salvage the situation. I had to admit, as the CEO of Leedon Group, he had some skills. The gala continued, but online discussions and livestream comments were in chaos. [Genius designer Runa accused of plagiarism] [Leedon Group fashion designs stolen] [Emerging designer Alice takes center stage] [Runa Larson scandal]

"Why would he give me any money?” Mom slapped me across the face. "Are you going to watch your dad die? How can you be so useless?” My lips trembled, and a cold shiver ran through me as I looked at Mom. Some mothers really didn't care about their children. She had never considered my feelings. She only saw me as a source of money. Back when the Scott family hit hard times, Killian Shaffer somehow found my address and leaked a video of Mom's adultery. He offered me a deal. If I went with him on a trip and stayed on his yacht for three days, he'd keep the video a secret.

The word felt inadequate for the revulsion churning in my gut, but I had no better way to describe the shame coating my skin like oil. The betrayal stung, sharp and insistent, but the shame was worse.. a deep, corrosive thing that ate at my sense of self. I had prided myself on my intuition, on my ability to read people, to navigate the shark-infested waters of the business world with my instincts intact.

Gideon took the box and flicked the lid open to reveal a massive flawless diamond ring that sparkled with intimidating brilliance under the ambient lights. Maren stared at the obscene piece of jewelry and felt her throat tighten with a sudden overwhelming sense of dread. The ring looked heavy enough to drag her straight down to the bottom of the ocean and drown her in a sea of billionaire politics. "That stone is ridiculous, and nobody will believe a man like you bought something so extravagant without a hidden motive," Maren protested while taking a reluctant step backward.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.