Shameless Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

I continue to assess the trauma, taking note of the dislocated shoulders, fractured ribs, femurs… Jesus, did they run her over with a tank? I gently unfold the trauma blanket, discovering the brand on her abdomen reading “whore”. Briefly glancing at Liam’s reaction, clearly he had already seen this for himself. There was an overwhelming reaction of despair, absolute guilt and intense sorrow. Why he feels guilt is beyond me. Whoever did this is a monster and this is not Liam’s fault. I nearly start crying but carry on.

And they were trying to drag his sister into their sordid lives. “Infamous is more like it,” he bit out. “I’ll ruin him for this.” “I don’t blame you, Gage, I don’t, but before you engage in serious ruination, we need to figure out how we’re going to handle the media firestorm Madeline is about to get hit by.” Lily had met Maddy on a few occasions. She was a pretty brunette, petite and fine-boned, delicate and small, none of the height Gage had inherited passed down to her. She looked young, and in some ways seemed younger.

"As usual, they're always there wherever you are. Afraid that their precious lady will be hunted down by humans and turned into a house decoration." Sera gripped the edge of the table. Amos widened his eyes at Sera's nails that had turned pointy. But Lily didn't seem to notice. "If you've come just to mock me, you'd better leave," Sera said. Lily chuckled and then looked at Amos who did not dare look at them. She extended her hand to Amos gracefully. "Hi, are you Sera's boyfriend? May I know you? My name is Liliana Ferdukh," Lily said softly. Her voice was so seductive.

Emily's tired smile, whispering, "Please go for me, lily. I'm fine." the glittering Gala Hall, indulged in money full of strangers and cloacked in wealth. the weight of stares when she stepped inside underdressed and out of plt And then... Liam Montgomery. Her breath caught. A pair of cold, silver-gray eyes had penetrated into her brain-calculating, calculation. The richest man of the city. Ruthless. Untouchable. But that couldn't explain why she was here. Her gaze again drove the room flowing. When she saw it.

“Wouldn’t that make a more interesting story? No. Next.” Another piped up. “How does it feel knowing you abandoned your title for a decade plus and only came back when the money became convenient?” I didn’t blink. “I’ll tell you how it feels. Like waking up in a mansion only to find the doors are locked, the windows are made of glass opinions, and everyone inside thinks they’re owed something just because they watched you grow up on tabloid covers after the hideous reality you endured growing up, you chose not to talk about it, yet ridiculous brainless backstories like this circulate. Next.” Uncomfortable laughter. A third: “Miss Rhodes, some sources say you were involved with gangs. That y

"Out of respect for our past as classmates, show some dignity. My husband's just in the next room, and he possesses incredible skills in fighting!" Incredible skills in fighting? Gael, missing his mark, moved in closer, his eyes burning hotter. "What's he trained in? Pillow talk? He's no match for me! I hit the gym every day. I've charmed at least eight trainers, and I promise you'll be more than happy with my moves in bed!" "Disgusting!" Amber was livid, her chest rising and falling with anger. "Gael, I thought you genuinely wanted to help me break into Province Town, but this was your game? You're so twisted and low, I can't believe I ever misread you!"

He groaned loudly, rolling over slowly as fragmented memories from last night slammed into him like punches. Raphael’s tongue on his ear. That humiliating jerk of his hips. The almost-kiss. The way he’d shoved Raphael and called him a faggot. “Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck,” Liam whispered, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He cracked one eye open and peeked toward the other bed. Raphael was still fast asleep, lying on his back with one muscular arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling steadily. The sight of him made Liam’s stomach twist. Shame. Red hot shame drowned him. He'd literally rode this dude's thigh like a white last night!

Greta said, throwing the eggshell in her hand in annoyance. "Whoa, easy! so dare to be rude to me now? Greta, I'm your senior here the value of your apprenticeship depends on me, so you better be nice or else I won't hesitate to give a bad impression!" Liam hissed, his face looking very annoying. How could Greta ever think that Liam was a good partner? she really couldn't read people character.

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Old man Gallagher was on the scent, and, like a bloodhound, he wouldn’t give up until he had his jaws around my throat. Well, as much as a man who only came up to my shoulder could sink his teeth into me. It was like having an evil leprechaun biting at your ankles, except this leprechaun could hurt Niamh way more than he could hurt me. I didn’t get the chance to see my sister or Mari again until that evening. I’d had to photograph a couple down at Gas Works Park, which was great in the summer but froze your balls off in the winter. The woman had complained the entire time about being cold, while her fiancé had told her she shouldn’t have worn a strapless dress and heels in January.