Shameless Book Novels & Stories

Hi guys, welcome to the sequel for Shy- Defeated ! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient for this to come out ! It will probably not make much sense to begin with, but bare with me and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters. And please, do not moan at me about the events that happen in this book, I have have these planned for a long time and I'm not changing them or writing them just to please readers, what happens in this book has always been my idea and plan since writing the first book. Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while.

Many things happened in these four months, Jami. She pursed her lips. "Now, I'm Ashlyn Kyle Ivan." James' jaw dropped. "What the hell? What are you saying, Asho? How is this possible, and who is Kyle Ivan?" He became furious. "Calm down. I'm telling you everything; just don't be mad at me." She bit her lip. "All right," James said, taking a deep breath. Then Ashlyn started to tell him everything, from the day Helen gave her dare to how she pranked her. How Kyle took her revenge and how she became homeless She hid the part about her home visit. She didn't tell him the part where Amanda and Caroline schemed against her.

You do not want to know the chance. "Ughh." Ren groaned. The others looked over at him. "I have a manual that can turn your.. incident into strength. However, it has a lot of negatives to it. Not recommended for the faint of heart and can not have you sharing it with anyone else." "Why can she not share it?" Valli asked.

He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer. Was Shawn remorseful for what he did to me? Did he have such a book because of it? I picked up the single leather-bound volume book, caressing its title and getting lost in emotions. “Get a grip, Calista!” I chided myself and opened the book. My brows furrowed as I didn't find what I had expected to find in its content. This was a report filled with diagrams and detailed schematics of a deal. I felt sick in the stomach when I read through and found all the cruel things Shawn had done for money. He even facilitated an experimental deal in rural areas.

But shame still sat heavy in my chest, a familiar weight I'd carried for years. "Because it's embarrassing," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Nice girls aren't supposed to read books about..." I waved my hand vaguely at the cover, unable to say the words out loud. "About what? Love? Passion? People finding each other?" Liam moved closer, and I caught a hint of his cologne, something clean and masculine that made my thoughts scatter. "There's nothing wrong with that, Deborah. Nothing shameful about wanting to read stories that make you feel something."

Dear readers, whatever I do,I always keep in my mind, "please don't judge a book by it's cover." I request you to do the same. As much as it appears as a cruel romance,this book has the passionate love we all crave for at least once in our life. This is my first book. I don't ask you to go easy on me. Let me know my flaws,so that I could learn from my mistakes. I'll put all the effort I am more than capable of to give you an amazing time while reading this. So let's help each other. Please leave your thoughts and views in the comment section.

KIRA: Gotta run, my mom just showed up. PERRIN: Call your brother. ** Ben The bottle is my challenge. The taunting ghost of Dean Aref’s visit. It sits atop my desk on the second floor of the library, unopened. But I still bought it. Still walked into the stupid liquor store and bought it. The shame stings hard. That’s the thing. Like anger or fear, shame can be a powerful motivator. I planned to spend the night combing every inch of this place, forming a timeline of what happened. Trying to figure out when the books slipped through my fingers.

I was expecting my heart to race as it used to when he was close, but it didn't; instead, my heart was peaceful. @@@@@@ Author, are you a lovely lady? First and first, I apologize; I like this book and wish to update it frequently, but I have never earned a dime from it, therefore my exclusive book took precedence. I beg your pardon. Please share my book so I may live a better life hahaha, and while you're waiting for it, you can read my unique book on fictum or fizzo here: by memories (Ruthless is about to become Alpha)

The tea steam curled in lazy smokes between us. “I feel dirty,” I said finally. The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Like I’m covered in something I can’t wash off.” “You’re not,” he said. His voice was gentle, but firm. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” I wanted to believe him. God, I really did. But shame is tricky. It sneaks in, even when you know it doesn’t belong to you. It wraps around you like smoke, until you can’t see clearly anymore.

I had to duck into alleys and finger myself to quick, desperate orgasms just to function. One night I brought a thick candle from home. I lit it for light, then slid the smooth base into my soaked pussy while reading. The book showed a woman riding her lover reverse cowgirl while another licked her clit. I rode the candle exactly like her, moaning loudly. “Fill me… stretch my tight cunt,” I gasped. The dirty words felt natural now. The shy girl I used to be had almost disappeared. The book hummed with pleasure. Yes. Speak your lust. Feed me your shame.