Shameless Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

He might be ugly or something, who knows maybe that’s why he did not want his face to be seen before Lena 🖤: whatever! Don’t care.. I just like him, I don’t know why. I can openly say I love ShawnLama because he would never hear me say it because ‘duh?’ Do I even exist in his world? I’m not sad about it.. It relieves me to know my heart is still capable of love. I don’t know how to explain it… Fan love, maybe? Why did I just text that?

I'm so foolish, so blind, shameless desperate omega. Regret and shame tightly suffocates me, crushing my soul. My mind is trapped in a darkness so profound so that I'm numb to everything else. The world around me fades away, inconsequential. I curl in on myself as my surrounding blurs into nothing. All I can is this pain so great that my heart bleeds, my self-loathing burns under the weight of my mistake. If only I wasn't born like this– a shameless omega. I'm slave to my heat. A whore for any Alpha. A shame to any pack I find myself in. A failure…a reject.

" 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.

" angry with the author's stupid dog shit novel; she hurriedly opened her keyboard and typed in " THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NONSENSICAL NOVEL , F*CK YOU AUTHOR!" But cursing the author once wasn't enough for her so she repeatedly cursed the novel and the author . The Fl was putiful but so was Chelsea under WHAT premises was Lilian allowed to have a HE but Chelsea was given a BE? " Iliana! We will be late for Mrs Sushma's hindi lecture " " I'm coming Rohini " Iliana shouted to her best friend and rushed out from her room but as soon as she stood up her head started to feel dizzy .

Augustus did not hesitate to speak up, he felt that he should pamper and love Sharmaine more. "But you pamper me so much, I'll be addicted." Sharmaine spoke up. She will love him more, she will not bear to hurt him. "It's okay, you are as addicted to me as possible, I don't want you to be addicted to anyone but me." Augustus kissed the tip of her nose. Sharmaine is shy, she hugs him, at the end of this day, Sharmaine has to wake up from this happy dream, she can't continue to be with him, Sharmaine is a cruel and selfish person, she doesn't deserve happiness happiness.

“No, like real trouble. Do you realize people are actually starting to ship you and Jason? There’s a fan account. With edits.” I stopped in my tracks. “A what?” “@Jila4Ever,” she said proudly, as if she were their PR manager. “It’s kind of iconic.” I groaned. “This is my nightmare.” “Correction: this is a love story in the making. You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Her words hit too close to home. Because last night, in the privacy of my own room, I had admitted it. At least to myself. And now, every second I spent near Jason felt like proof.

Before Liam could say anything, she rushed away, leaving him sitting there with a small, satisfied smile on his face. When Alina got to her room, she fell onto the bed, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was still racing as she had just run a marathon. If shame were a person, then it was definitely Liam. She had never seen anyone as shameless as him. The thought that her mother had caught him kissing her downstairs made her want to disappear into the mattress. Just imagining her mom’s knowing smile made her bury her face in the pillow. After lying on her bed for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling, she finally sat up and looked around her room. It felt warm and familiar, her colorful

Heat blooms where shame lives. “You’re so stupid,” I whisper. “He’s ruining everything. Your reputation. Luca’s memory.” To Be Continued...