Shameless Book Novels & Stories

Although he can't leave here, like me, who knows what he gets up to in his spare time. "Not quite," he says, holding up the book so the cover faces me. On it, is the name Shinee in bright golden letters surrounded by dark tinted italic pattern swirling around like magic. It looks similar in configuration to mind. "It's a book, on your mate." I echo my thoughts, curious about getting my hands on it. "So, basically the same premise of mine? Isn't this like some kind privacy breach?" Damon shrugs his shoulders. As if he cares.

I opened slowly. “Madam, I found this under the coach. I think it is yours.” She told me. She was holding my underpants! I was shocked and equally ashamed. “Thank you.” I told her, took it from her and she went away. I was left wondering whether that was enough for her to suspect anything. =======

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.

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.

Lena smiled a fraction wider—and it hit him like a body blow. God, he was miserable. As she swept them across at the checkout, Julian prowled the aisles back and forth, his fingers dancing over the spines but not really looking. He stood in front of the poetry aisle. A hand-scrawled notice taped to the shelf read: *"'For broken hearts and brave souls.'*" Julian snorted under his breath. *Broken* was weakness. *Bravery* was folly. But still, his hand closed over a slim book without deliberation.

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.

the word shamelessly and impatient fell out of my mouth. "where's Chloe?"

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”