Shameless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow, I’m going to take my parents and disappear. At least, I hope they’ll be okay with tomorrow. It might be the day after, but either way, I’m not going to be here anymore. Not in this house. Not with you. Your granny told me I’d have my money by tomorrow morning and the fake IDs she’s setting up. She’s working her magic tonight. So…why not? We’re never going to see each other again. We’re grown people with our heads on straight, and it would just be scratching an itch. I’m going to have to go into hiding for a long time, and well, maybe we’ve both already been hiding for a good long while.” “Oh. Oh, goodness,” I choke. Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. A beautiful woman with her very

"Just your brother? What kind of siblings end up in bed together?" He lowered his head, his large hand cradling the back of my skull, pulling me toward him. Seeing his lips about to descend on mine, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face with all my strength. "Noah! Have you no shame? You have a fiancée. I'm getting married. What exactly do you want from me now?" My voice shook with fury. Noah turned his head, pressing his tongue against the inside of his stinging cheek. "Now that you've hit me, are we even? I could change my name, cut all family ties… I wouldn't have to be your brother anymore—"

He stood there for a second and left the room, closing the door with a bang. The second the door closed my body collapsed to the ground and I started sobbing with anger, hurt, and shame. How can he treat me like this when he has a girlfriend? What does he think about me? Am I going to be his shame forever? I don't want to live like this and I definitely don't want to be a second option.

Two very different expressions of life filled the room that morning. First-Damian's, a face glowing with satisfaction. He had tricked the woman he loved into begging him to sleep with her. A cruel victory masked in a charming grin. Second-Livia's, a face painted with shame. Shame for surrendering herself so easily to a man she hated. A man who had treated her like a maid, who clearly did not love her. To Damian, it was a night filled with passion, like a newlywed's first. But for Livia, it was something else entirely. Her expression was weary, her eyes dull, the shame lingering like a shadow.

When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music. She lay there trembling, her hand still between her thighs, wide awake and soaked with her own need. She felt a crushing wave of shame, but it was buried beneath something much stronger. She was obsessed. She was utterly, hopelessly obsessed with a man who didn't even know she was listening.

"You're fucking psychotic." "And you're a little slut who can't even keep her fantasies quiet," Vanessa shot back, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "The whole house could hear you moaning, very educational for everyone involved." Shame burned through me because I had no idea what I'd said in my sleep, what names I might have called out, and the dream's images were still too fresh, too vivid in my mind. Marcus fingering me, Damon kissing me, both of them fighting over me like I was some prize to be won rather than a person caught between impossible choices.

Darius I closed the door behind me, my jaw aching from how roughly he had used me. My skin tingled with reserved shame that burned at the base of my chest. I felt helpless, it felt like I wasn’t in control of my body any longer and there was nothing I could do. Was this punishment for hearkening to my desire with Luca? For unlocking that forbidden path? I sighed as I wandered down the hall, I didn’t want to retire to the quarters, I wanted to take out time to bask in the shame that had befallen me. It was like I had woken up in an alternate universe, different from what I was used to.

It’s been one hell of a night, and I just can’t wait to lay on the bed with Liam lying next to me cuddling me as I tell him how pathetic my life has been since the day I was born. When he stood up and stretched his hand towards me in a bid to lead me out of this private suite and take me home, I gladly accepted his hand and let him lead me out the fucking door. I could feel them staring at me, for some weird reason, Cameron and Shane are trying to ruin whatever I have with Liam. I guess Cameron doesn’t want me to hook up with a billionaire so I don’t get to her level. And as for Shane, he’s just delirious and stupid. He claims to love me, but I’ll rather choke on my saliva and die a painful

“You’re not losing anything. You’re gaining us. All of you—the brilliant woman and the needy whore. They’re the same. And we love both.” Marcus kissed her temple, hand discreetly between her legs under the dress, pressing on the plug. “The shame makes it hotter for you. We know. But you’re safe with us. Always.” She leaned into them, letting their warmth push back the spiral for now. The party continued around them—music, laughter, toasts to Apex’s success. Emma sat there leaking their cum, day collar hidden but ever-present, smiling like the perfect executive while her holes throbbed. By the time they left for the penthouse hours later, the shame had settled into a low, addictive hum. She c

I said softly, "Munchkin doesn't need a father who only sees his mother as a source of shame." I turned my head away and didn't look at him again. This farce had finally come to an end. The conference room fell silent. Spencer dismissed everyone, leaving us alone in the room. He walked over and crouched down in front of me. "Feel better now?" He reached out to touch my face, but his hand stopped mid-air. It was as if he was afraid of dirtying me, or perhaps he was afraid I would reject him. I looked at him, tears falling one by one onto his expensive coat.