Shameless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Please help; I can't wait for the help," I yell helplessly, making Shane panic. My vision was fully blurred, but I could make out his silhouette. And as he doesn't listen to me, I start taking off my clothes on my own, only with great difficulty. "Emma... stop. "I can't do this!" he yells, going nuts as he cries along with me, seeing my vulnerable state. Even though I don't want to do this, I can't cheat on Shawn or break our promise, but I am helplessly clueless. I don't know how to get rid of these lustful, dark desires that were burning me in hell. And just as I lay there naked, shamelessly asking Shane to help me, for God knows how long. I finally feel a warm body coming into contact wi

The shame hit like a slapshot to the chest. Liam’s mind spiraled. I’m straight. I like women. This is just morning wood. Normal guy stuff. It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything. But Liam’s breathing grew shallow. He needed to move. Now. Before Raphael woke up and saw him like this — wrapped around him like a desperate, clingy idiot. He tried to shift again, but Raphael made a soft, sleepy sound and pulled him closer, nuzzling his face into Liam’s hair. The movement pressed their hips together more firmly. Liam bit his lip hard to stay quiet, a mortified whimper threatening to escape.

The moment my finger grazed the screen, a sharp chill ran through me. The message was short but dripping with his usual arrogance and disdain: [Don't bother coming to the alliance banquet. A shameless woman like you doesn't deserve to be seen with me in public.] Shameless? My mind went blank for a second, like I'd just been sucker-punched. What is he even talking about? What exactly have I done that's "shameless"? That simmering anger I'd buried not long ago flared up all over again at his baseless accusations. But then, strangely, another feeling crept in—one of absurdity, and, oddly, relief.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

Author's POV Alpha Damian’s return to Nightshade was the kind of entrance that makes the ground feel wrong beneath you — heavy, jagged, full of splinters. The carriage had hardly stopped when he strode from it, every line of his body taut with something like molten shame. The memory of the courtyard rode his skin: a man brought to his knees, the sting of blood in his mouth, the unbearable humiliation of being bested — and worst of all, being spared only because Rose, the woman he wanted, had pleaded. The thought of her voice begging for his life lodged in him like a splinter that would not be removed.

I typed hoping he will give up the topic. The dots appeared immediately. Well, I am bothered, Rachel. And I am not anyone. But you know what? You seem to have enjoyed the kiss, so do your thing. I’ll send my driver to bring your things tomorrow. My eyes widened. His words hit hard. He was right. The kiss. It didn’t even last up to five seconds, but I didn’t push Damian away. In fact, I closed my eyes. My chest burned. Shame ate me alive. How shameless could I be? After Liam’s betrayal, I thought I had learned my lesson. I thought heartbreak had taught me to guard myself.

“I’m sure Ciara and I will get along famously. Women in our circles learn to share the spotlight.” Share. The implication is filled with suggestion. My thighs press together under my dress, Cain’s earlier release still marking me. I hate how my body remembers him. I imagine clawing Cain's face now. My nails raking down those sharp cheekbones while I ride him hard enough to bruise us both. In the fantasy, he bleeds, and I come screaming his name anyway. Pathetic. I'm pathetic! “Lovely,” I manage. My voice doesn’t waver. Good.

The demon in me hoped she didn’t. That she was burning too. At dawn, I was back on duty. Transparent. Professional. A statue in a black suit standing watch in the entrance hall. My skull felt like an anvil, my eyes burned, but my posture was perfect. I am Liam Shae, the efficient shadow. Not the man who nearly lost himself in Diane’s forbidden light. Then she comes downstairs. And my world, already cracked, shatters into a thousand shards of silent pain. She is radiant.