Shameless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As if I was not mad enough before, he tries making her drink alcohol of high alcohol values, and Ivy keeps touching me, can't she just keep her hands to herself, I have more important matters to take care of. " Don't even think about it" I say pulling the glass from her grip. " Oh, come on" She grumbles with a cute smile, one would think, she would act differently after recovering her memories, but no, I guess she is a baby by heart. " Don't be like. Let's dance instead. I love this song " He says as she gives him her hand. Of course he will love the song, it is SHAMELESS by CAMILA CABELLO, A shameless song for a shameless man.

“Oh, Alpha. That was the weakest defense mechanism I have ever seen in all my life, I’m embarrassed for you.” “Shut. Up.” I stormed back to the palace, my boots in hand, sneaking back in the palace like a fugitive. When I got to my room, I slammed the door and threw myself on the bed. My whole body was buzzing, humming with… what? Lust? Shame? Rage? Leslie wouldn’t shut up. “That was so hot.” “It was a mistake,” I defended. “You liked it.” “I’m disgusted.” “You want more.” I threw a pillow at the wall. “I am the Alpha. I do not want anything from a cursed slave.”

Fuck! I felt like apologizing to Grace but I couldn't tell her. How can I find the courage to tell her that the man who messed up with Chloe's mind is the same person that I couldn't resist? It's shameful for me to tell this to Grace but... damn. He is such a manipulator to the level that even if one knows that he is a manipulator they still couldn't bring themselves to leave him. I know that I'm getting deeper and deeper into him but what can I do? "You are so tight babe, your pussy was meant for me and it's so perfect for my shaft, Fuck! So good" Shane's sexy charming voice entered my ears whilst he pumped in and out of me. All my body was responding to him, every cell was yearning to have

' I whispered. 'Silly how they didn't even take off your tattoo but only the Kings know the truth about it, but for now you need to know the tracker tattoo or membership tattoo is giving your mind connected to us, and please be safe I want to hug you when this end okay I love you.' I cried when I heard the last part, she indeed loves me Shun loves me. 'I-i love you too' . . . (A/N: sorry for the cliff-hanging but I promise I'll update it twice a week now, thank you for all your support, and please leave a review for our book to be more known spread the love thank you so much)

My heart was shattering, piece by piece the more she told me. “Fen commanded me to keep looking into his eyes while I fucked Lane, to watch him undress. Then, when he was undressed, he came over to Lane and me, and LANE started showing Fen all the places on my body that brought me the most pleasure. Like he was handing over an instruction guide on how to use me or play with me properly.” I hear the shame in her voice and the tears are falling from her eyes like a leaky water faucet as she looks down at her hands trying to hide her face from me, but she continued, “I thought Lane was going to finish inside me and then let Fen have his way with me…”

Two weeks later. Preparing for work so late has never happened to me until today. I didn’t know when my alarm went off because of the dream I got lost in. It’s been over two weeks, yet the memories of what occurred at that sex club still torment me. Even in my dreams. Especially Shark. The huge, hot man who’s old enough to be my father. After I ran away from the club, I came straight home with a wet, quivering pussy. I couldn’t stop the throb, despite reading my favorite romance book again. I had to drop the book and focus on continuing to research my promotional project, Phoenix, but that seemed to be a bad decision.

He had already been here. "Silas had her, Papa," I said, watching him work. He looked up at me, his face slick, and grinned. "I can smell him on her," he said, and then he smiled back at me with that look of absolute, shameless pride. People always wondered why the Schmidts were untouchable, why we moved through the world like we owned it, but they never understood that we have no shame. We are completely, utterly shameless. I lie down on the damp ground, the leaves crunching beneath my back. I put saliva on my cock, slicking it for what was coming. Eden moved instinctively, climbing on top of me, facing away so she was giving me her ass. I guided my cock to her entrance and slid inside her

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Knowing that Anna would raise her arm to teach him a lesson, Liam grabbed her wrist nimbly. Anna blushed with some embarrassment. She took the napkin next to her and wiped her lips hard, cursing in an angry whisper, "What a shameless man!" "I can do something more shameless. Do you want to try it?" Liam narrowed his narrow eyes and hooked up his thin lips sarcastically. Anna slapped the simple table in the car angrily. She stood up, pointed at Liam's nose, and cursed loudly, "How dare you flirt with me? Liam, you are the most shameless man I've ever seen!"

Creak of leather, the way his long, wavy hair hung, begging to be touched. All of him. Begging. Growl. And snap. I shook myself a little as Liam touched my cheek with his fingertips just as Shenka's mind poked mine. You suck at this, she sent with laughter in her mental voice. I'll see you later. She left me there, a wave for Liam, as I pulled myself out of comparing the handsome, sweet guy in front of me to the other options I had for marriage like he was an under ripe watermelon. What the hell was wrong with me?