Shameless Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

She shrieks and begins dancing to no tune, wiggling her ass, her face glowing with excitement. “You know, flower girl, I never pegged you as a bad bitch…” she laughs, reaching for a pack of her cigarettes. She pulls one out and lights it. “But today, I hand you the award of being the biggest, baddest bitch in the world. My world, flower girl, you’re a silent killer!” I can’t help it, so I break into a fit of laughter, my head thrown back. I am a bitch after all. Not only did I give Liam a dose of his fucking medicine, I also bruised his ego by claiming his father right in front of him.

"Shit. Move!” Liam approaches Chelsea. He drew closer until he heard the girl's mumble. "I shouldn't be drunk. Getting drunk is a bad deed. I shouldn't have raped him, I'm such a scum. I'm really trash." 'Rape? Does she think she raped me?! Liam Shax?! Me?!’ Liam gritted his teeth ferociously. “I can no longer live with this sin. Oh my god, I'm sure there's no mercy for me. I have raped a man. Gosh, hng, I have no purpose in life anymore."

She glared at Liam and spat, "Shut up, Liam! Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into? How dare you pretend as though you know a lot about fine dining and such? Do you even have any idea what this place is? This is the Quintessence Grill! It's not a place where you just walk in and make a reservation for a table, much less an entire private room!" Qemal, who was very eager to prove himself after Kayson promised him a Porsche, also leaped to Sherah's rescue. "My mother's right! You're full of baloney, Liam! Mr. Wheeler here has far more than you can even begin to imagine, so of course, he can get a room here as easily as ABC! What about you, huh? How dare you say it's just fifty

Song: Shameless by Camilla Cabello (Listen to this) Arthur Pov Dani stared back at me with teary eyes, guilt and shame pushed through the sacks where they hid and showed themselves to me. Oh Dani. “You’re not-” her voice broke down and she fell into my arms, her body vibrated in my arms and her tears poured unto my shirt but it didn’t matter to me because it didnt matter if she she stained my shirt, i just wanted her to know i was for her and nowhere against her. If the entire world was going to turn their back to her then i was going to make sure she didn’t miss the rest of the world.

“You wouldn’t know him.” “A new one? Who?” Henry pulled at his now reddened ear. “No, I have Dr. Gallagher. He’s from Ireland and he was just hired.” I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, like Lochlann was a sixty-five-year-old professor with a love for tweed and hot cups of tea when his joints ached. But then again, Lochlann would probably look smoking hot in a tweed jacket with elbow patches. “Oh, you know what,” said Henry, “I heard Jamie talking to Marianne about him. She said she’d ‘hit it like the fist of an angry god.’ Which I’m assuming means he’s hot. Is he hot?”

At first I thought maybe someone was sick, but then— Lily’s voice, moaning loudly: “Ethan… harder…” My stomach turned. Of course. Only Lily would dare do something so shameless at a gala full of elite people. Ariel (to herself, muttering): “Unbelievable. So cheap…” I was already pressed, so I decided to ignore it. There were plenty of stalls. I slipped into the farthest one, did my business quickly, and hoped they’d be done by the time I came out.

The wound eventually healed on its own, but it left behind that scar. Dad stared at the scar, his eyes wide open and his breathing becoming rapid. "This... This is fake." Dad was still trembling, but tears began to fall from his eyes. "Caleb! Get up!" Suddenly, he rushed forward and yanked the white sheet away. "Stop pretending to be dead! I know you're faking it! Get up! You rotten liar!" The white sheet slipped to the floor, and I saw myself lying on the bed. I looked hideous.

Why now? “That’s a hot little devil!” I turned so fast, my gowned flaw up, showing more of my skin. I grabbed the ends, pulling it down. Bending over; trying to hide my legs. This only made things worse. My cloth that held my breast left a gap inbetween, showing even more skin. You could not see my nipples, but you could see the bearskin of my breast.

He chuckled darkly, the sound dripping with disdain. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like ‘being arrested’ keep me down? I’m the Almighty Aiden Gallagher, Caitlin. Do you really think anything can hold me back for long?” I felt a wave of disgust wash over me, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I don’t care who you think you are anymore. I’m done being afraid of you...sir." I quickly added. His smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing.

She glanced at the wad of cash, mentally calculating. She had been an idiot. Gael Laurent was not an ally. *** Call it shame. Call it internal anger. Whichever, following the fight (could it really be considered a fight? All that happened was Gael being a massive dick and Arabella proving time and time again that she was patient and more mature than the other), Gael had holed himself up in his studio, nothing but the upcoming collaboration with Chanty to occupy his time.