Shameless Nessa Novels & Stories

He was younger than she had imagined, perhaps thirty, with the kind of tired, decent face that made the whole situation feel even more like a tragedy than a betrayal. He looked up when she entered with Damien and Marco, and something in his expression broke slightly at the sight of her, an unguarded flicker of shame. You're the nanny, he said. He glanced at Damien. I heard about you. The boy talks now. He does, Aria said. She sat down across from him without being invited to, which she registered Damien noting but not stopping. Tell me about your sister, she said. Tomas blinked, clearly having expected something else.

"You suddenly turned pale." I exhaled, releasing the tension, and smiled at her. "Everything is fine. I just realized that I have a few bad memories to erase and rewrite." "Damn right you do!" Nessa stated, crossing her arms over her chest. I grinned at her, loving her regained confidence. Thanks to Nova's healing ointment, Nessa's scars were almost invisible and easy to hide under not-so-heavy makeup. Now she finally resembled the cheerful, and sweet Nessa I once met in Silverville. It felt like eons ago.

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.

Al’ik chuckled, “You will need a strong thought to anchor yourself for when we begin, lay down up there, it’s almost time.” Standing up, Nessa laid herself down on the bed. “I cannot heal a wound through a shirt, please remove it.” Sitting up in shock Nessa snapped, “I am not getting naked just for this!” Shaking her head and chuckling again Al’ik said calmly, “Ease up, I said shirt, naked is not needed.” Looking around Nessa said gingerly, “What if someone comes and sees me?”

I wince again as they clatter and a fresh wave of pain sears through my temple. “I know what I saw,” Nessa muses as I reach for more beers, still smiling smugly. “Maybe you didn’t talk much, but that didn’t stop the two of you from eye-fucking the shit out of each other all night.” “Nessa!” The bottles slip from my fingers and crash into the cooler, my eyes flying wide. I may have a mouth like a sailor, but Nessa usually keeps it more buttoned up. “What?” she blinks, as if she didn’t just make that crass comment. Then a laugh bursts from her throat. “It’s true!”

Just emptiness. Celine froze. And then her sister stood up. "Nessa!" She shot me glare. Nessa’s eyes burned hot the second she met her gaze. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped, voice echoing off the walls like a slap. “You’re seriously letting us rot in here? Because of your stupid fucking pride?” Celine didn’t move. “You think this is strength?” Nessa hissed. “You think starving yourself and playing victim makes you a hero? We’re the ones paying the price for your tantrum!”

“What?” Nessa darted her eyes left and right before she leaned closer. “You're going to get killed.” I was taken aback. “What?” “Earlier this month, I met Lia out of desperation. The plan was to get back our lovers, you and Asher included but she was not interested. Acted like a bitch about it too.” Nessa rolled her eyes. “You what?—” “Hold on,” she sighed. “Right after that, she promised to do her bid to get Asher alone. There was no way I could trust that crazy bitch with the same plans so I had her followed. She has her hands in a lot of things.”

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?

"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."