Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow, I’m going to take my parents and disappear. At least, I hope they’ll be okay with tomorrow. It might be the day after, but either way, I’m not going to be here anymore. Not in this house. Not with you. Your granny told me I’d have my money by tomorrow morning and the fake IDs she’s setting up. She’s working her magic tonight. So…why not? We’re never going to see each other again. We’re grown people with our heads on straight, and it would just be scratching an itch. I’m going to have to go into hiding for a long time, and well, maybe we’ve both already been hiding for a good long while.” “Oh. Oh, goodness,” I choke. Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. A beautiful woman with her very

Chapter 5 - Please Just Let Me Go LENA I shoved him away the instant the door flew open behind me, stumbling back in a rush of shame. My skin burned hot, like fire under my uniform. My cheeks felt like they were glowing, and I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I bowed my head low, as if the floor could swallow me whole and hide me from the mess I’d walked into. I pressed a hand over my face, wishing I could vanish. Why had this happened? Why had I ended up like that, so close to him? Now they’d all see me as some cheap girl, throwing herself at the first man who looked her way.

CHLOE “You’re too vanilla, Chloe. You’re too posh and mighty. You don’t even know how to make a man cum properly. Just missionary, and I’m fucking tired.” Chad's words feel like acid dripping into my veins. That is his justification for cheating on me. The wine glass clicks against the nightstand, empty for the second time in an hour. My skin is burning even though the air conditioner is on. The Vance estate in the Hamptons is supposed to be my sanctuary—a multi-million-dollar fortress where I can spend my post-graduation summer hiding from the wreckage of my life.

Shameless. I paused, pressing my ear against her door—maybe I shouldn’t have, but curiosity burned hotter than shame. The door creaked open slightly as I leaned forward. The moaning grew louder. Not in the room. The bathroom. I stepped in. My hand pushed the bathroom door open— And my heart stopped. My jaw hung open. “What the f—”

" I looked down at my leg, which was bent into the shape of an omega, and again I felt ashamed. I can't close my legs at all. It's a good thing Rowen can't see it. I waddled out on my legs like a duck, the sticky stuff trickling down with each step. I felt another wave of feeble shame. I swear I'm going to outlive Xavier, and when he dies, I'm going to dance on his grave with my two good legs. Rowen and Xavier are birds of a feather. Rowen follows Xavier's lead. It doesn't matter how close I am to him.

I asked as I realized we didn't introduce ourselves, well our first meeting wasn't good at all. " introduce yourself first," he said. I shook my head at his childishness. " ishani malhotra " I said. " your turn " I continued. " Vansh Sharma," he said and I froze. " what happened ishi? Why are looking so pale all of a sudden " he asked concerned. " bye," I said in my icy cold voice and ran away from there. I could hear him calling my name but I didn't stop. x x x x x x x x x x how was the chappy? you are welcome to express your thoughts in the comment,

The dip in them told me that he was thinking of something unpleasant, something that made him unhappy. The need to touch him, comfort him had me moving. Throwing my feet off to the side of the bed, I got up and walked toward him. He turned his head and watched me as he approached. His brown eyes bore into my soul, but darkened as they lowered down my body. Following his gaze, I realized I wore nothing but his shirt that hung open at my sides. My cheeks warmed, not from embarrassment, not from shame, but from shyness. It would be pointless to be embarrassed in front of Levi now, not after everything we did earlier.

I found myself wondering what those cold lips would feel like before my brain immediately screamed at me for having such suicidal thoughts. Without realizing it, I found myself leaning closer. Then— His eyes snapped open. Our gazes locked. I froze completely. Our lips were less than an inch apart. --- Pain exploded through my ankle as I stumbled backward. "Shit... Did I fail the mission?" I muttered, rubbing my aching leg. "This hut is so dark. I can't even tell if it's still night..." Before I could complain any further, a familiar chime echoed inside my head.

"Speaking of which, what does the matching tattoo say anyway?" That was when they glanced in my direction and noticed the words imprinted on my chest. Their laughter stopped in an instant as the room was plunged into an ominous silence. The only sound was Isabel Hawthorn’s chuckle. Evan instinctively went up to shield Isabel. "Isabel, apologize to her." Isabel pouted before apologizing reluctantly. "I’m sorry, alright?" She rolled her eyes before muttering under her breath, "What a busybody old hag. Can’t even take a joke."

I need tо bасk it uр аnd brеаthе bеfоrе I do anything mоrе. I nееd tо mаkе a plan, but everything feels tоо bіg. Mоrе thаn аnуthіng else, I need tо ѕее Carrie’s face, but thе woman I lоvе іѕ nоwhеrе as thе blооd ѕоаkѕ dоwn mу shirt аnd shame соmеѕ over mе. [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 67]