Shameless Book Novels & Stories

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Harvey's tone was dripping with disdain, as if the woman he'd publicly humiliated was merely an embarrassment to him. I looked down. My baby, Munchkin, was sleeping fitfully in my arms with her small brow furrowed. A searing pain shot up from my pubic symphysis with every step, each one an agony. But instead of retreating, I pushed open the ajar door. The conversation inside ceased instantly. The room was hazy with smoke. Harvey was lounging on the couch, his legs crossed. Across from him, the female officer, Leigh Nicholson—the one who had posted the sweating emoji in the group chat—was peeling an orange.

Every review claimed the same thing. "The villainess dies the most miserable death in romance history." Normally, I wouldn't care. But then someone spoiled the villainess's name. Serena. My name Curiosity became obsession overnight. I skipped lunch, ignored my assignments, and visited every bookstore in town searching for one copy. Every time I arrived, the shelves were empty. Then today... One lonely copy sat on the display shelf like destiny itself. The owner had refused to sell it because someone had reserved it. So... I borrowed it.

Read my books which include. -Ugly and Insecure. -My roommate wants a piece of me. -The rejected nagin. Thanks.

I said, punctuating the last word with a smile, then walked upstairs to my room Bitch!! But the moment I closed the door to my room, I opened it again and stepped outside, deciding that today would be a great day to read the third book in the Born in Trilogy. I followed the hallway to the library, humming quietly, as I traced the stack of books until I got the one I was looking for. Born in shame, by Nora Roberts. There. You might be a way better company than anyone else in this house. I took the book and turned on my heels but stopped when I saw Damian leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

She asked with an almost smile, “Please tell me how I’m being shameless. Is it by placing bids or donating money? Or perhaps…” Her voice became low as she enunciated, “Or perhaps I’m shameless for stealing Ms. Sharon’s opportunity to boast, and that’s why you’re cursing me?” The faces of the Lanes went pale. Meanwhile, the bystanders suddenly made a realization. It seemed that, by spending a little money, Sharon would be able to buy back her reputation by winning the bids for the items. But North unexpectedly showed up. Since Sharon could not bear to spend too much money but could not let go of her pride, she hurled abuse at North and called her shameless.

He didn’t… He couldn’t… My face burned hot with embarrassment, yet I couldn’t feel shame. Giving myself to Neil doesn’t seem like something I should be ashamed of. Maybe Beau wanted to give me actual advice? Oh, gods, why does that feel even more embarrassing?! I skimmed a page or two ahead and nearly dropped the book.

Shameless, the both of them. Without a word, she ended the call and set the phone back on her desk, exhaling sharply. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and disgust swirling inside her. They’re perfect for each other, she thought, shaking her head. Immature, petty, and utterly shameless. Determined not to let it ruin her day, she pushed the phone aside and turned her attention back to the files. Slowly, the familiar rhythm of work calmed her nerves, and she began to regain her focus.

anger, shame, and rivalry all mixed into one. Shaking his head, he walked straight toward them. “Even people without plans want to partner now?” Gilbert said mockingly. "Or are you here to apply as a cleaner, Damien? Maybe a puppet or a beggar trying to leech from DL Corp?" Mr. George turned sharply, ready to respond, but Damien stopped him with a calm gesture.

As the CEO of Cole International, he had amassed billions before he even turned thirty-five. He leaned slightly toward a blonde woman in a striking red dress, not saying a word, yet somehow commanding attention from every corner of the room. Everyone knew of Damien. Everyone feared him. But nobody truly understood what drove him, except perhaps for a singular desire: control. Serena had heard the swirling rumors. He had amassed his fortune by reanimating bankrupt businesses. It was whispered he once humiliated a business rival so thoroughly at a shareholders' meeting that the man retired in disgrace. His ex-fiancée had disappeared from the public eye after their engagement crumbled.