Shameless Book Novels & Stories

There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE. "Seriously?" he muttered. It was a cringe-worthy title, the kind found on the bottom shelf of a bargain bookstore. Yet, it had snagged his curiosity. He cracked the cover, and a flush of heat crept up his neck. The first page was… vulgar. Profanity-laced and graphically crude. He nearly slammed it shut. What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection?

Shameless! “What? Wait, is this you? Or did you have a bad day? I can brighten you up. Feel this…” She grabs my hand and presses it on her almost naked boob. “I want to feed you the best meal you have ever had with anyone tonight, baby. Shall we?”

According to G****e, a walk of shame is, "an instance of walking back home on the day after an unplanned casual sexual encounter, typically dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening." That's interesting considering I am wearing the same clothes and yet, nobody has ravaged the hell out of my pussy. So why in the hell does this feel like a walk of shame, me, out here on a dark, but warm New York night? Surely, it's not because I had sex. No. I definitely did not do that.

And that even by these shameless girls who can't even compare to her hair. “Of course,” Layla replied proudly, earning a hateful glare from them in the process. They were frustrated and fuming. For the first time, they felt they have met someone who is more shameless than them. Their shallow mind was incapable of realizing how wrong their thinking was. Layla had nothing to be ashamed of. After all, it wasn’t anything illegal or shameful. Only narrow-minded people would feel ashamed of having lesser money than others.

Shama said throwing the book on her bed. She went to the balcony and looked at the garden. Ansh was standing there in the sunlight. Shama stared at him. All the beautiful nature faded in front of him. Only Ansh was visible to her. "So beautiful." Shama said looking at him. Just then Ansh looked at her from the garden and smiled. Shama quickly went inside the room. Her heart was again beating fast. It was like an alarm which is warning her of something. Shama slowly walked towards the bed and peeked at the book. She crawled her fingers towards it and grabbed the book.

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.

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.

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.

This one had her name written across the front in neat, deliberate ink. Serena’s pulse kicked up. She slid the contents free with trembling fingers. Inside were records — her college transcripts, old design competition entries, and a copy of the lease to her first apartment. Even a restraining order she’d filed years ago against a man who’d stalked her after a showcase. It was everything. A catalogue of her life, organized, documented, mapped out — long before their deal ever began. Her breath hitched. “You’re getting good at breaking into things.” Serena whirled around, her heart leaping into her throat. Damien stood in the doorway, his hands casually in his pockets, but the stillness in hi

He screamed at me like a madman. However, I simply looked at him calmly, feeling only a deep sadness. I walked up to him, looked him in the eyes, and said slowly, "You know exactly who got you into this mess! If you weren't so greedy and cruel, no one could've destroyed you! Oh, right, a lowly country nobody like me will be watching closely to see how you cry and beg in prison." That was the exact phrase he whispered tauntingly in my ear just hours ago when he was forcing Richard and Leona to eat the lobster rolls.