Shameless Ending Was Terrible Novels & Stories

I thought as I sat there, my legs shaking. “Mrs. Tamara, can you stand? You scored zero, right?” he said, turning to my direction. “Jesse, what exactly have I done to deserve this from you?” I finally stood up, my face buried in the floor. The shame was consuming as I could hear people murmuring. If I ever wanted to be famous, at least not as a dullard. “What the fuck,” I thought inwardly.

I had thought that all the other movies we had watched today were horrible and nothing could top them but I was wrong, this movie just needed to get thrown away. “If they would’ve arrested him in the beginning of the movie she would’ve had time to find love.” I mumbled when the credits came on. What type of movie ended without an actual ending? My mothers constant sighs of frustration had as had me narrowing my eyes. “I don’t want to watch anymore movie.” I stated in defiance as she pushed another movie in. “This one will be better.” She stated not even considering my feeling. As soon as she pushed play I knew it wouldn’t be better. The woman’s fearful pants as she ran in the woods with what

“Epic buildup, zero payoff. Pure cognitive blue-balling. The Audience will eat it up.” Meanwhile, I tapped into the micro, the personal. I found a love story where two people finally confessed their feelings after years of tension, only to discover they had profoundly incompatible opinions on… decorative pillow fluffiness. The relationship ended not with a bang, but with a bewildered, quiet disappointment over upholstery. “Sending you the ‘Great Pillow Schism of Cygnus-7,’” I told Lina. “It’s tragically relatable.”

The room went still, tension hanging heavy in the air. "Have you no shame?" My assistant, Melody, stormed over, standing protectively in front of me, her face red with anger. "Everyone knows Emilia is the maker of Eternal Dawn! Don't you feel an ounce of shame, stealing it like this?" Hannah's eyes welled up immediately, turning her into the perfect picture of wounded innocence. Her red-rimmed eyes and trembling nose played to the crowd with flawless ease, winning sympathy, as always. And sure enough, as soon as her sobs began, Ethan's furious voice thundered through the silence, splitting the air like a crack of lightning.

The sound of laughter from the sitcom barely registered. Empty takeout boxes cluttered the coffee table beside unopened mail. Her once-perfect nails were chipped, and her hair hung loose, undone like everything else in her life. She’d stopped answering calls, not that anyone was calling anyway. The only number that used to matter now belonged to a man who’d ruined her and a company that no longer wanted her. It was on one of those gray mornings, as she rummaged for leftover pizza, that a sharp pain cut through her abdomen.

I hesitated for exactly half a second, but then I let the petty win. ME: You’re a cocky ass. And you’re ugly too. That play wasn’t even all that. And you are definitely not Patrick Mahomes Your “aura” stinks—I don’t know why people think you’re some alpha male or whatever. And why would anyone want to bend over for you? I don’t like your smile either. Your dimples are ugly I read it back. Once. Twice. It was unhinged. Unprovoked. Absolutely insane. But before my brain could intervene, I hit send.

Everyone whispering again. Everyone judging. And suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore. The tears spilled over. Unstoppable. Humiliation. Fear. Shock. All crashing into me at once. “I want to go home,” I whispered. My voice barely louder than air. Kael didn’t hesitate. “We’re leaving,” he said firmly. And just like that The night was over. But deep down… I knew something terrifying. This wasn’t the end of the problem. Not even close. Michelle had made that very clear.

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

“You were going to get rid of me anyways. I need to make sure that you don't do that. You are not trustworthy either.” “You have never been one to trust. It's all okay, I don't care, I won't kill you. You can do as you please. I want you to see shame. Imagine ending up in the hands of Shelly, your sister. I heard that she got another mate even and seems happy.” She looked like I had slapped her. My words must have hit her hard. Her sister that she has humiliated most of her life was doing so well. It is such a shame that this is how things are going to end.

“I’ll never forgive you.” I trembled, clutching my bag against me like a shield. The test result pressed hard against my palm inside, a secret I wasn’t ready to share—not now, not like this. “Adrian, please,” I whispered. “I just… I just wanted to see you happy.” His laugh was bitter, sharp as broken glass. “Happy? By humiliating me? Happy? With you?” “I—I only wanted to surprise you. I thought you’d be happy.” “Happy?” He gave a bitter laugh, his mouth twisted cruelly. “The only thing I felt when you walked into that building was shame.” My heart dropped.