Novel & Cerita Shameless Fanfiction

"And as always, my little pee slut.. If you want more, you're going to have to let me hear you beg for it.." Clara woke up violently, as if she had been shook by an incredible force. She tried to remember where she was. Her heart was beating a million beats a second, and she was drenched in sweat. Her bed was so wet, it was as if someone had thrown a bucket over her in her sleep. She was crying - sobbing - and her pussy seemed to ache. The shame she felt was otherworldly. Her breath was gone and she attempted to find it again, gasping for air. But none of that mattered. Her cheeks were burning bright, and she had the biggest and naughtiest smile on her face. This time, she pushed her shame a

My entrance gaped, dripping hot liquid, and my nipples grew harder, standing erect and begging to be pinched. I felt ashamed of my body's reaction, blushing to the roots of my ears. This was too depraved. I was Ethan's mate; how could I fantasize about being shared by brothers? Liam wouldn't let up. "Look how eager your Luna is. Her hole is dripping, begging us to fuck her." His words intensified my shame and conflict. I shook my head. "No, don't say that..." but my voice sounded like a moan of pleasure. Pleasure and guilt intertwined. Tears streamed down my face, but the twitching between my legs didn't stop.

"This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just got me excited." "You took the part that you wanted, dumped the non-consensual crap aspect of it and made it your fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. It was neat seeing what goes on in that head of yours. Shane added it to the list, by the way." Shamira actually laughed. "He would." "It must've been strange having your deepest fantasies satisfied like that. And what was that at the end?" Shamira covered her face. She hadn't figured out what that had meant yet. "You mean when it turned into . . . you know --"

> “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies” “Contract Girlfriend? Damien Callahan’s Scandal Unfolds” “#CallahanCon” “It’s everywhere,” Damien said, voice low. “Are people believing it?” He nodded slowly. “Enough of them are.” Serena dropped her phone onto the cushion beside her and leaned forward, elbows on her knees, head in her hands. “I should’ve known Camille would go this far.” Damien turned from the window. “This is on me. I dragged you into this mess.”

And so ,as promised,the additional chapters and scenes that I had omited shall begin from this chapter henceforth. Once again I want to thank you all so much for reading,moreso to those who are re-reading. Also feel tree to vote comment and share and maybe some of your comments and shipping might as well be manifested in the book. Oh and by the way, I love y'all 🥲 After having that unpleasant conversation with the Alpha, I decided that that was it for me and expecting any possible love life in the future.

Celine Shamefully, I ran away from the Alpha’s room like the coward that I was. I couldn’t recover from the look of disgust he gave me when I admitted to being a thief. His piercing gaze burned into my soul, making me feel smaller than ever under his stare. Why did I have to admit to being a slave? Would he have believed me if I had told him the truth about Sheila? My parents didn’t care for me, but why was I still helping them protect Sheila?

I was burning with guilt, with shame, with twisted desire I couldn’t name. Liam leaned forward from his seat. “Pass the popcorn.” “Shut up, Liam,” I whispered shakily, tossing the tub at him without looking away from the screen. I was trapped between them, my fiancee and the dark, consuming pull of his older brother's touch. Does my life get any Worse?

She never was. “Ahh… Adrian…” Her voice carried clearly. “Small small please .” I turned on my side and pressed the pillow over my ears, but it didn’t help much. The moans grew sharper, more desperate. The headboard started hitting the wall. Lia cried out again and again, shameless and loud. Adrian’s deep groans mixed with hers. I hated how my body reacted even while my heart twisted. Not with desire, with shame. Shame that this was my life now. Listening to my husband fuck my younger sister while I lay alone in the dark.

I just want to go to bed and forget what happened today. When I got to the room, I fell tiredly on the bed and closed my eyes, feeling ashamed of myself and sad as well. I was thinking of meeting Mark so that he would advise me on the things I can do to make them like me at work, but now I know that’s the person he is very close to—someone that hates me—so he would never even give me the right advice. What’s something that means is the reason why Shayla is so close to him? He claims to hate the royal family a lot, so how is he close to someone that is in love with Jace? The whole thing was not making sense to me no matter how hard I tried to understand the situation.

“All this time acting like you can’t stand me, and you’ve been touching yourself thinking about my cock? Wanting it in your mouth, stretching your pussy, filling you up? Craving to be tied up and spanked and choked like some secret little slut? Your own stepbrother is the subject of your BDSM fantasies? Fuck… I had no idea you were this filthy.” I was so embarrassed that my face was burning and I thought that I was going to die. Then I felt a sense of shame crushing me; it was ugly and tight in my chest. Tears stung my eyes, “You had no right! That’s private. Return it, you son of a bitch!” I lunged for the diary, but he held it out of reach easily, and stood up, towering over me.