Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This chapter contains drug use. Chapter 18 Vanessa's POV: I held the shirt in my hands, frustration bubbling inside me. How did I end up in this situation? First, I gave a poor and embarrassing presentation, leaving me anxious about facing the judgmental boardroom. Then, my clumsiness led to me spilling coffee on his white shirt. It seemed like everything I did only made things worse. Gosh, how did I end up working here? I complained, stumping my foot on the floor while ruffling my hair.

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

Unapologetic. I stood there for a few seconds, too stunned to move. My heels tapped against the pavement as I made my way to the door. My body still ached, not from pleasure, but from shame. I thought I could play in the big leagues. Thought I could claim power with a glance, a whisper, a moan. Instead, I’d been dismissed like cheap wine at an expensive banquet. Still, I straightened my spine. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life, it’s that the world doesn’t wait for the broken.

I opened Maya's chat first. —“CLARA, CALL ME RIGHT NOW! Maya had texted in all capital letters. DO NOT LOOK AT THE SCHOOL GOSSIP PAGE! JUST CALL ME!” Panic rushed through my veins. I completely ignored her warning and moved my thumb, slipping and tapping the bright I*******m notification bubble instead. The app opened instantly, loading a brand new video posted by the high school gossip page, and a video started playing. It was me, standing there in the purple dress, Sloane's arm swinging forward, the drink splashing across my chest in slow, humiliating detail; the crowd gasped loudly in the background, and the video looped right back to the beginning. The caption read: Trash belongs in the

What’s wrong with me? I glanced around. The basement was dim, but too bright for the kind of shame I was sitting in. I was still here. Still in hisspace. And if he came back. I couldn’t handle another round. Not when my head was finally clear. I pushed myself off the floor, heart pounding as I tiptoed toward the door, ignoring how my legs still trembled beneath me. I just needed to get out. Right now. But then, a voice chained my feet and forced me to stop. A girl’s voice. Shouting. Angry. Fierce. It stopped me in my tracks. I stood frozen near the door, ears straining. Someone else was here. And from the sound of it, she wasn’t here by choice either. My shame faded just enough to make room

Chapter 13 Chloe I was so exhausted. There was nothing much more exhausting than scrubbing a house spotless. I had woken up, bored out of my mind and my face burning up in shame. I had let that bastard touch me, like a freaking wanton. I doubt I would ever live that down. I was very ashamed and that had to be the understatement of the year.

~Hannah~ I feel a weight on me. I'm trying to move my body but it's like a heavy weight has been placed on me. My eyes slam open. In a rush, memories filled with moans and grunts float into my head. “Oh shị́t.” I bite back a groan as I look around my environment. I have done it again. I fuvking did it again! I grab my hair and pull but it's nearly not enough to erase the shame I've clothed myself with.

I pounded on it as hard as I could. "Let me out." On my final hit, the doorknob turned. I stepped back as the door swung open. It was the stranger from last night. "Good morning, flower," he said. Shame was a cruel thing. It robbed you of your sense of worth, and the worst kind of shame was the one you felt in front of the very person who caused it. Just remembering the previous night made heat rush to my face. My thighs still ached, and the memories refused to leave me.

Chapter: 1 ******** “The Bond That Broke Me” I walked through the crowd, careful not to spill the drinks balanced on the tray in my hands. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the clink of glasses and the rustle of silk ball gowns brushing against the polished floors. I tried not to look up, just focus on each step. One wrong move and the entire tray could crash to the ground. And wouldn’t they love that? A wave of anxiety rippled through me at the thought. The shame would sting, but the whispers would be worse. They already hated me enough.

Marcus' voice thundered in the empty hall. Struggling to regain my composure, I managed to lift my head, my eyes fixated on Marcus as he made his way out of the cafeteria. His figure gradually blurred as he retreated, but before he could disappear entirely, the words escaped my lips. “You are shameless.” Marcus halted in his tracks, startled. He turned around, his eyes filled with disbelief. “What did you just say?” Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, my voice emerged hoarse and feeble, “You are shameless,” I repeated, locking my gaze with his unwaveringly.