Shameless Protagonist Novels & Stories

But this time, she strode ahead of him to test his patience, but the scumbag actually overlooked her obvious provocation. Was he scheming a new plan to cheat her? Or was he daunted by the prospect of becoming a topic of gossip? Unbeknownst to her, the man behind her was startled by her aura and change in demeanor. Before he sold her to the Demon Lord, in Nick Jackson's eyes, Shamsiya Moore was a weak and helpless who didn't even have the courage to file a complaint against her bullies during her school days. But after a little bit of absence...

Even forced him into a whole list of ridiculous couple rules—like good-morning kisses, goodbye kisses, and calling me humiliating pet names like baby, honey, and sweetheart. I wasn’t the heroine. I’d turned myself into the textbook villainess. No wonder, back when we first met, Shawn looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and told me he hated me. He… actually meant it. And villainesses never end well. I didn’t even want to imagine my ending. --- The lock clicked. Shawn stepped inside, shrugging off his dusty jacket. Underneath, he wore nothing but a black work tank top—broad shoulders, narrow waist, sculpted arms, solid back. All muscle.

“You’re so shameless. You took advantage of me while I was asleep and… You really disappoint me. To think that I trusted you so much. Shaun, you’re just a pervert.” Shaun blinked his clear eyes. “Cathy, I admit that I was too reckless, but I didn’t want to as well. You are just too charming, and I’m a normal man. When I saw you asleep in the morning, you were so cute. I couldn’t resist kissing you. Then, you took the initiative to hug me and began to respond to me, so I…”

“Well, Xander. Thank you for the unsolicited psychological assessment. I’ll be sure to file it away with all the other unwanted opinions I’ve received lately.” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. “You have fire. I wasn’t sure you would. Most people who’ve been through what you’ve been through are too broken to fight back.” “How do you know what I’ve been through?” “I don’t. Not the details. But I know the posture of someone trying to disappear in plain sight. I know the look of someone who’s been publicly shamed.” He straightened, adjusting his cuffs. “And I know shame only works if you accept it. You shouldn’t.”

"Do you know how cruel those words are, Jun?" I sobbed as tears rolled down my eyes. "Don't get all sensitive, Charlotte. I'm just being honest. So if you want this relationship to work, you know what you need to do. I can't put up with the shame all the time. Family, friends, have been on my neck. You have no idea how much shame I have been fighting by having you by my side as my girlfriend?" I looked down slowly. "You are.... ashamed of me?" "Ashamed is an understatement."

Instead, I closed my eyes and let the seal rise within me, images flickering across my mind—Clara’s last breath, my father’s quiet disappointment, Maxwell’s haunted stare the night I almost gave up. “I carry shame because I should,” I said. “Because I’ve failed. And I will fail again. But that shame keeps me honest. Keeps me fighting for better.” “You think pain is the path to virtue?” “I think pain is a companion on the road to growth,” I said. “You don’t have to love it, but you can’t deny it.” She studied me, then said softly, “You’re more dangerous than I thought.” “Because I’m not afraid of you anymore,” I replied. “Because I don’t need to destroy you. I just need to integrate you.”

The digital silence felt like a heavy stone on my chest. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. I felt exposed, fragile, and more awake than I had been in years. The life I was supposed to lead,the football, the family name, Eleanor’s cool, predictable beauty, felt like a costume I could no longer zip up. The shame wasn't about the act; the shame was about the desire. The shame was realizing that the man who held my fate in his hands was the only person who made me feel like I was actually breathing.

The intimacy, the casual betrayal of everyone around them, was exactly the selfish impulse I had mistaken for passion. My hands began to tremble. I had a tray of hot tea to deliver to Table Four, but my feet were glued to the floor. My professional focus was gone, replaced by a suffocating wave of shame. He was here, flaunting the life of casual, consequence-free wealth, while I wore a purple wig to pay for the consequence he abandoned. Move, Jamie.

But still, it amazed her how true he was to himself and was not affected by what other people said about him, as Sashal had heard all night. About how Northerners look stupid, plebeian, or classless when they attend these events. About those who are labelled as not being able to dance, they are just wallflowers. Or about those who were rumoured to attend a peace treaty conference just to get their hands on Southern Olf's woman to be forced to be their mate thing. 'Is it because he's the Alpha, that's why he can appear so shameless?' Well, whatever the reason, Sashal also had to decide immediately, or the people's gaze burned her.

He had already been here. "Silas had her, Papa," I said, watching him work. He looked up at me, his face slick, and grinned. "I can smell him on her," he said, and then he smiled back at me with that look of absolute, shameless pride. People always wondered why the Schmidts were untouchable, why we moved through the world like we owned it, but they never understood that we have no shame. We are completely, utterly shameless. I lie down on the damp ground, the leaves crunching beneath my back. I put saliva on my cock, slicking it for what was coming. Eden moved instinctively, climbing on top of me, facing away so she was giving me her ass. I guided my cock to her entrance and slid inside her