Shameless Frank And Fiona Novels & Stories

Only then did Julian clearly see that the livestream photos showed me being assaulted by men. It was not just a simple leak. He had no time to think. He was about to leave to search for me. Vivian came out of the studio, glanced at the livestream, and pretended to be horrified. "Oh my God. I didn't expect Stella to be so shameless. Was she that desperate for men? "I thought she was joking. I didn't think she'd really do it." Julian's face was full of confusion. "What do you mean? What did she say?"

I turned around, glaring at his large figure that was preventing me from exiting the aisle in peace. "I get it. Mess with the new girl who is a complete nerd, only to make her feel more humiliated than she's ever been." His eyes suddenly were filled with anguish. He reached out a hand towards me but I instinctively took a step back. "Fiona, I wasn't doing anything that—" "Of course you weren't! Mr. Popular is always the 'innocent' one and he never does anything wrong. For your information, I have enough humiliation and embarrassment from my previous schools to last me a lifetime. I don't need any more of this bull sh*t."

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

I didn't expect her to pin the blame on me just because Thomas' mother, Giselle Johnson, was adamant that I was the one who stole her money, especially when she didn't have proof to back up her accusation. "I didn't steal her money." "I was wondering why things in the house kept going missing," Giselle chimed in. "Turns out there was a thief among us! "This is a terrible habit to have, Fiona. It's one thing for you to steal things from our home, but imagine if you get caught stealing things from someone else's home. Thomas and Hannah's reputations will be in shambles." The other Cliffords voiced their support, saying, "She's right. Hannah must be so embarrassed to learn that her mother's a t

When we got home, Rufus—who was still nursing his own injured rear—glared at Hilda with a sinister expression. "Mom! How could you do this to Dad? He's only been gone for two years, and you've already contracted such a shameful disease!" he berated her without mercy. Hilda retorted in defiance, "I don't have it! I'm not sick!" Grinding his teeth in fury, Rufus' jaw trembled as he lashed out. "Every day, you go out and hang out in the park. What do you even do there for hours? How old are you, Mom? Don't you have any shame? You make a fool of yourself every day! If people find out I have a promiscuous mom, I'll die of humiliation!"

Suddenly, Bella and Floryin looked at each other after hearing Beatrix's question, as if they were asking each other through that gaze. "Eumh, actually we were chased by the bad guys earlier. We were fleeing across the lake in a canoe, then they attacked us and caused this wound." Floryin said with a bit of a lie. Of course there was no way she was going to say they had fought with the mafia and then got shot, Beatrix would faint from hearing that. "Really?" Beatrix looked into Floryin's eyes with an intimidating gaze, as if she was waiting for what she said to be true or not.

She wears a contagious, dubious grin as she eyes the girls like they're garbage, merely bugs to squish beneath her soaring heels. But they don't notice her, don't notice a single thing as tears line Priscella's eyes. She scurries to exit the bathroom, but before she can, Sofia snatches her forearm. Air seeps from the room like a vacuum, all of us watching in anticipation as Sofia seethes pure wrath towards Priscella. Her voice is low, with a mysteriously dark undertone. "Damien Bass would be lucky to call Hannah his anything. You got that?"

if you say it's futile, it's very futile but Hari doesn't matter. While at work yesterday, Hari asked his friend who could be trusted if Hari needed to exchange opinions. He told her how he felt and cared about Rieka. He also didn't tell me that he had shared warmth with Rieka, you know. Don't. That's his kitchen secret. If it leaked out, he could be embarrassed. But if his friend is an adult and thinks about the relationship between men and women, he will know where it ends.

Fiona, look, that's not your cousin! She saw Adam. No wonder her eyes glowed green. "Go first! See you later!" At the same time as the security guards kicked Tina and her friends out, my girl Rachel ran off like a rabbit. Jonathan winked close to me. "Fiona, why do I feel like I'm being humiliated by your friend?" I was helpless. "Never mind, my friend Rachel always speaks her mind." Jonathan sighed, "Well, I'm taking it out on you two. Can you at least give me a favor?"

“I know, I already have the men briefed and ready, just get home ok” “Love you, see you soon” I tell him ending the link, I was so mad I wanted to scream “I’m going to individually tweeze every hair of that bitches body then I’m pouring bleach over her” I snap, Fiona and the men take into a fit of laughter “What, I'm serious! You want pain? tweeze a pube!” Fiona snorts and laughs “You couldn’t pay me to do that” She giggles “What I’m serious, that shit would hurt like crazy”