Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

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.

"You shameless jerk!" Chloe snapped, anger boiling within her. Was this a threat? How could someone be so despicable? "I'm shameless?" Amos retorted, fury in his eyes as he grabbed Chloe's hand, pulling her closer and pinning her against the car, making her immobile. "You're clearly mine, yet he dares to claim you. He's the real shameless one!"

She didn’t help. I was truly alone. And Grey wasn’t done yet. “Crawl over,” he commanded. And like some cursed puppet, like some animal without dignity, I began crawling to him. My palms slapped weakly against the floor. Every inch I moved felt like another piece of my soul was peeling away. “Unbelievable!” Grey exclaimed. Amelia clapped her hands excitedly, like some happy seal. When I reached him, I grabbed his shoe, my hand shaking violently. Shame flooded me, so deep and sharp I could barely breathe.

I miss you so much. My chest tightened. Another memory followed , calling her mom at the bar and a strange figure dad. I slapped both sides of my head, hard. “Get out!” I muttered angrily. “Get out, damn it!” But the memories clung. The shame burned. For once, i felt weak. The shame pressing down on me was unbearable, heavy enough to shove me toward her room. I needed to set things right, or at least try. I stood at her door, lifted my hand to knock but hesitated

“Well, if you will not give me your consent, you are denying me of this.” I huffed loudly, my cheeks hot with anger and embarrassment. But I sat back down on the couch anyway. Slowly, I opened my legs. I felt so exposed even though I still had my nightgown on. His eyes burned right into me. Fuck. I was really shy, but I told myself to be bold. Chloe was bold. I had to try. No matter how hard I tried, I could never fully be someone I was not. This man traumatized me. He had killed me once. I could not forget that. Fear sat heavy in my chest, but I pushed it down.

I mumbled, feeling shy, and left quickly, feeling proud of myself. Becoming shameless wasn’t that bad. I giggled at that thought. * #TBC

I AM ALREADY SCARED OF MY FUTURE CHILDREN. The_real_prince_charming ... Chloe_awesome_scott OMG! NO! THAT WAS A TYPO! The_real_prince_charming WHY YOU LYING? Chloe_awesome_scott I AM NOT! YOU ARE MESSING WITH MY BRAIN. The_real_prince_charming WELL, THAT'S HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO START. Chloe_awesome_scott ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN? The_real_prince_charming FIRST, IT'S THE BRAIN...THEN, THE HEART...THEN...

Chase slid his fingers out of me slowly, deliberately, letting me feel every inch of the loss. Then he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean with a low, filthy hum that vibrated straight through my bones. The wet sound of it, loud and shameless, it sent fresh heat rushing to my face. Embarrassment and shame slammed into me like a tidal wave. My body was still humming from the orgasm I never had, and all I could think was how badly I needed to get away from him before I did something stupider than letting him touch me in the first place.

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———— Chloe shut the diary and just stared at it for a long, stunned second. God, where do I even start? My feelings are a tangled mess of revulsion and… a terrifying, shameful flicker of understanding. First, the obvious: it’s terrifying. The power imbalance isn’t just age or wealth; it’s psychological warfare. He isolates her by showing her a version of herself she never knew existed, this raw, hungry, shameless creature. He makes her old life feel like a lie.