Shameless Nessa Novels & Stories

I don't blame Dora for calling Nessa that because its true. Nessa Worth is the perfect definition of hot, cool, sexy and crazy. She has outrageously shining glossy blonde which she dyed pink last summer. Nessa has never had any boyfriend, maybe because the guys are afraid of asking her out or maybe they are afraid of Jacey. Jacey and Nessa are definitely lookalike in characters because they clearly act the same way and are really troublesome but Nessa has a flair to it. She's the most popular girl in school but still the nicest, weird right?

Too well. Alesha squinted, thinking. “Hmm. You’re right. Sorry, Dad.” Then she leaned closer, dropping her voice. “But Nessa, you’re definitely glowing. I don’t care how much body oil you used- I see the afterglow. We’ll continue later. And you’re saying who.” She bounced on her heels, eyes glittering. “I'm glowing from my Korean skincare not sex. Get a grip.” I whispered. But my cheeks burned hotter.

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

She never told Chelle about it because her best friend was absolutely crazy about Niel. After dinner, Bree and Nessa tried on the dresses Nessa had bought during her vacation in Hong Kong. Nessa was a model and absolutely loved shopping for clothes to give Bree. She wanted to have her own clothing line someday. Bree simply let Nessa have her way. She enjoyed spending time with her. At just twenty-two, Nessa had already become a model because of her natural beauty and stunning figure. Now, at twenty-four, she was one of the most sought-after models on the international catwalk.

Her makeup brought out her nose perfectly making her look more or less an angel. Her gaze was down, avoiding stares coming from the shifters. She tried to focus on why she was there and cursed Alpha Cowell and Sage for making her what she never dreamt of, Luna. She never for once imagined being a Luna of a pack since she wasn't born royal but then, she was walking up to the throne to be crowned the Luna. How ridiculous it felt to her. She finally got to the altar even with a slow stride. She looked up at Alpha Cowell and shifted her gaze to Sage who was busy admiring her right from when she stepped her foot into the hall.

Burn marks smoked from the palm of his as he dropped to his knees and began to weep. “That’s right, feel the pain of your failure, both physically and mentally. Weep as your spirit continues to be crushed by your regrets of fooling around with Cena. Crumble and wither while the image of Benson’s intercourse with Shela burns your heart. Take it in, Tory Nessa. Because no matter where you go, or where you try to hide, you cannot run from what you’ve done. You think you can hide amongst my tribe, change your name, and redeem your failures by covering them up with lies and fake heroics! I know what you are, Chimera filth! Don’t think the world has forgotten the damage you have done!” My words re

“She agreed to stay but she said you two would have to work on a lot of things. But don’t go in now, let her recover completely first.” “How did you do it? What did you tell her?” Damon asked with excitement. “It’s my little secret,” Nessa smirked, making it obvious she wasn’t about to tell us how she did it. “So you’re not quitting anymore right?” I turned to Damon, giving him a pleading smile. “I wasn’t going to. I was just in my feelings.” He reassured. “You son of a bitch. You almost gave me a heart attack.” I rolled my eyes at him.

Riley's glass tipped. It went over in one smooth motion — not a fumble, not an accident with the hesitation of genuine surprise — just a clean, deliberate tilt that sent the full contents directly onto my side. The cold liquid hit my dress from shoulder to hip and I stepped back automatically and the table went briefly quiet. "Oh God." Riley's voice was perfectly pitched — horrified, apologetic, instant. Her hand was already reaching for a napkin. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how I — I'm so clumsy, I'm sorry — "

Like her outburst when he asked about her true identity, the steamy kiss afterwards, and the many reasons why she couldn’t stay here. Despite all this, she still managed to clean up all the plates. The meal was that good. She’d never tasted anything better even back at the Carmollete. Nessa deserved an award on one of those cooking competition shows on tv. She must’ve learnt from the best chefs in France and Italy, and was probably a professional chef. Trust Williams to get the very best for his own satisfaction. As if someone had rung a bell, Nessa reappeared into the room the moment Celine laid down her cutleries.

"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."