Shameless Protagonist Novels & Stories

A pool of blood and a confession note addressed to him. He felt… nothing. Faith was fire. Pure carnage in heels. She fought back—bit back. Their relationship was a cage match dressed up in romance. He liked the way she bled. She liked the way he bruised. But even wildfire burns out when there's no fuel left. Eventually, they collapsed under their own wreckage. And Cel?ia Celia was nothing. A placeholder with a platinum card and daddy issues. He used her. Knocked her from her pedestal just to see how far she'd fall. When she finally left, broken and bitter, he didn’t stop her.

"If you loved her, you could have said it openly. Do you really think her mother wouldn't have supported you? But instead, you seduced your own sister while playing the loyal son, too scared to lose control and power. "You shamed her, discarded her, went off to arrange a marriage someone else—and now you come back to drag her into it again? What kind of man does that?" Noah sank to one knee, a bitter laugh escaping him. "What do you know? I love her. I just… never understood my own heart. I watched her grow up. I shared her bed. No one has loved her more than I have. "You're just a self-righteous opportunist, Samuel. Why do you think Lola came back so suddenly?

Alice smirked, he played with the right shoes, getting called shameless, and why not? What is so wrong in becoming shameless? If he can see her all flushed, beautiful, and on edge, then why not? Shameless is something he is ready to be called his whole life. Because that whole life will contain her in it, and he won't find it annoying. Rather, he will find it enjoyable, and that enjoyment will work in every way, and he doesn't mind having it.

The girl who worked part-time jobs, handed out flyers, and worked in the campus cafeteria to help pay her way through university. To him, I had been heartbreakingly beautiful. I was akin to a wild rose swaying in the wind, fragile-looking but impossible to crush. But now? Now, I was standing barefoot in front of the entire school, trying to pick up an empty bottle to sell for pocket change. This was no longer resilience. This was just shameless. "Fatal Error! The "Poor-but-Plucky Heroine" persona module has detected excessive behavior! The target's acceptance threshold has exceeded acceptable levels!"

"Who is shameless? You whore!" Kimberly picked up her drink and brought her steps closer to Sera, who stood at her position. Sera was shocked when Kimberly poured the drink on Sera's face and onto her clothes. "Damn you!" cursed Sera. "That's the reward for a shameless woman like you." Kimberly looked at everyone who looked awkward. "Listen, everyone, I'm not Cinderella. I'm not innocent and stupid like the princess in the fairy tale. So don't expect me to let you play victim to me!" After saying that, Kimberly left the cafeteria in a hurry.

And I never thought of it the second I have been offered this kind of job. How come I’ve never realized that this would happen to me? How come I couldn’t protect my own feelings? I've told myself a thousand times before that I will never get hurt by a man like Apollo— by a man whose rich. I will never be a slave to rich people Because I couldn't finance Andrei’s bills, here I am, not protecting my pride, and wasn't able to burst my emotions. It was my fault after all. I was warned, but I never listened.

I really can't believe I did that. I got to school and entered the class.. Malison and Gabby were there. ”Hi". I said, taking my bag off my shoulders. “Hi". Malison replied, but Gabby didn't say a word. I sighed wearily as I walked in front of Gabby and squatted. “I'm a bad person, I know that". I started. “And I'm a jerk, and a selfish person, but this selfish person needs you. That's how sofosh I am". I don't even know if what I'm saying right now makes any sense, but I'll go along with it.. “I can't share you with anyone else except your boyfriend and Malison, and since you don't have a guy for now, I can only share you with Malison, and no one else". I pouted my lips. ”I'm really sorry.

I thought of every school play she'd missed, every scraped knee she'd ignored, every small victory I'd celebrated alone in my room because there had been no one downstairs to share it with. "You are not worthy to be called a mother. Not to me, and not to them. I thought I knew what shameless looked like after dealing with Graham, but your level of shamelessness? I have never seen anything like it in my entire life. You sit there in those ropes, begging for mercy, asking what he offers me?"

I muttered, staring down at the cast on my wrist. My mom didn’t reply. She just looked at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore. Maybe I didn’t either. Because the truth was, I wasn’t Liam Hunter—star athlete, prom king, Mr. Untouchable. Not anymore. I was just a boy who broke the only girl who ever made him feel seen. And I didn’t know if I’d ever forgive myself for it

My bare feet pressed onto sharp gravel, each step shooting a sting straight up my spine. God, I swear—this had to be the most ridiculous, humiliating moment of my entire life. Worse than any tragic clown Shakespeare ever cooked up. And the root of all this? Ashley. That worthless Omega with no wolf spirit. A defective gene mistake. A parasite living off whatever pity men tossed her way. She was nothing but a sewer rat who snuck out when I wasn’t looking and stole the cheese that should’ve been mine. For Hebert, I’d hidden every sharp edge of myself, pretended to be gentle, soft, helpless—whatever those ancient elders wanted to see. I was so damn close to him.