Shameless Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

“ Well I heard his aunt was watching over it for him until he came of age, it belonged to his mother- she died when he was younger and his aunt was supposed to come to introduce him but I think something came up” “How do you even know all of these?” I asked her. “Because unlike you, most people have used the internet and the Gallagher story had once caused a stir and I can't believe you couldn't recognize popular Caden Gallagher, every lady's sweetheart and see he's on all the covers of Hey magazine” she had her phone in front of me with a picture of a Greek god with messy black hair and the deepest shade of blue eyes ever. Did he look like this? I couldn't remember.

That is the only reason my claws hadn't shoved her away immediately. Noticing my beast's sudden distress, Gage Slater breaks free from Kairo Vale’s steel grip and circles back onto the path. “Gali, that was… Do your trackers actually know her?” he inquires, a loud note of surprise in his voice. I glance down at the crumpled paper cash in my palm—two crisp hundred-silver bills and a fifty-silver piece—and my face turns into a hard scowl. Without saying a single word to his face, I shove the cheap silver at Kairo Vale and stalk off toward the heavy doors of the VIP warrior lounge, completely ignoring Gage’s annoying question.

The act is so convincing even I have to remind myself of what is true. “Shameless Jezebel!” Mrs Gail exclaims in disbelief.

I bit my lip, withdrawing a little, awkwardly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Zale cleared his throat, the sound loud and jarring, and my cheeks turned all red. [DING] Side mission complete, host. "Where's my reward?" I didn't mention a reward, host. There was only a penalty. I rolled my eyes, blood boiling hot. This system was getting on my nerves. The remaining distance back to the Goldmane tribe was quiet. I stepped down from the carriage, my robe flowing behind me.

The faint smile she wore vanished, and her eyes filled again, overflowing before she could blink them back. “I don’t know your past,” Lila began, her voice shaking as tears streamed freely down her cheeks, “but trust me you’re the coolest person ever.” Her words came out in a rush, broken by the sound of her own sobs. “Your reputation might be dangerous, and maybe you’ve done a lot of bad things in the past, but to me, you’re the coolest.”

Unable to let out a retort, Luke turned to Gillian and fumed, “Gillian, you are very shameless. It turns out that this is the type of woman you are…” Gillian thrust out her chin haughtily and raised her nose in the air. She straightened her back and smiled arrogantly without bothering to clarify herself. “So what? What can you do about that?” She retorted cockily. She snorted inwardly while thinking that Luke was a very shameless person. How dare he tag her as a shameless adulterer when he and Willa dared to cheat Gillian on Luke and Gillian’s engagement party? How dare a pot call a kettle black?

I tuck the few strands of hair which has fallen off the clip behind my ears, looking around I move myself to the first row bench. I take my seat beside the lady seated next to the man, her blonde hair pulled up to a neat high bun, her skinny legs crossed the point of the heel getting contact with me. I clear my throat as I lean over to my right closer to her and whisper "Excuse me, your heel," I point at her shoe. The hazel eyes takes a glimpse of me, she purses her red velvet lips as she rolls her big eyes and moves her leg. She is Tira Liam, A lawyer who will do anything to win a case. It's tragic that a beauty like her has committed a quite number of murder yet not caught red handed.

Fired up with embarrassment and shame to having to witness such atrocities, Lady Francesca immediately closed her eyes and covered her palms so as to save her innocence further. She also turned her back into them as she felt the heavy and awkward atmosphere building. She didn’t know Verindale could be this wild and scandalous as she read it in the London publications and tabloids. It was a common knowledge to everyone that the Verindale’s present 19th earl of the earldom was a bold rebellious aristocrat who consistently tries to break the natural flow of the aristocracy as we know it.

"The gala girl. The one from the viral video trying to jump on Julian Vane. I recognized her the second she walked in." "I heard she tried the same thing with her own sister’s fiancé. Some people have no shame. She’s probably just another charity case for Mr. Ashford." The words felt like a bucket of water was dumped over my head and the little excitement I had gathered from all the shopping was replaced with a dull throbbing ache in my chest. I wanted to scream and tell them it was all a lie but no one would believe me and so I grabbed my purse from the chair and walked back out keeping my head down.

wrath might turn toward them next. But the nightmare wasn't finished for Giselle. Before she could even be hauled away by security, the rhythmic hum of a wheelchair approached. Liam Martin stopped beside her, looking down with a gaze that was unexpectedly cruel. "Chloe Bishop is a thousand times cleaner than you’ll ever be," he remarked, his voice like a serrated blade. "It seems you haven't just lost your sense of reality, Giselle; you’ve lost the ability to look in a mirror."