Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Every time we were together, Noah had lingered there. It turned out that spot reminded him of his first love. Every bit of tenderness I'd believed in had been an illusion. The truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a hollow laugh and went straight to the hospital that night to have the mole removed. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed as soon as I got home. In a fitful sleep, Noah's face kept appearing and fading away. All that remained was his voice, scolding me, calling me shameless.

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.

Content Note: This chapter contains strong adult language, dominant/submissive themes, group sexual activity, public exposure, and dark feelings at the viewer’s discretion. "Look at her," the woman beside him hissed. "Look how easily she opens up." She straddled his thigh, grinding slowly. Her breasts brushed his chest. "You’re not even hard. How pathetic!" Jarvis was red and trembling silently from shame. The first man slid a finger into Amelia. She moaned…shamefully broken.

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.

When was I filmed? The sharp, cutting glares felt like blades slicing through her flesh. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she pieced it together. Lionel's earlier words about putting on a "show" now made horrifying sense. He planned to expose her completely! In desperation, Flora abruptly pointed at Chloe. "Chloe, how could you be so shameless? You pretend to be pure and elegant, but deep down, you're nothing but a disgrace! As your sister, I feel utterly humiliated!"

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.

Messy, chaotic, imperfect — but ours. END OF CHAPTER 67

she whispered, the words choked and genuine. “I know you are,” Sarah sighed, the fight gone out of her. “But sorry doesn’t fix this. Right now, I need you to go to your room. We are done talking for tonight. I am too upset, and you are not thinking clearly.” Defeated, Chloe turned and walked slowly up the stairs to her bedroom. It felt different now—like a room for a child she suddenly didn’t recognize anymore. She lay on her bed, the echoes of her mother’s words—"reckless," "naive," "trust"—playing on a loop in her mind. The golden, perfect feeling from Liam’s room was gone, replaced by a cold, heavy guilt. The first secret of her adult life had been discovered, and the aftermath was far mo

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

(it has come to my notice, that the chapters have been scattered, I am sorry for the confusion it has brought,but read chapter 11 before chapter 12, this would not happen again) “Tchhh…such a rude groom…and to think I was falling for you” She said,her long snake like tongue coming into view “I'm a charming man, it's no surprise that you fell immediately” He boasted as I rolled my eyes “I don't remember Wolves being this narcissistic”