Shameless Protagonist Novels & Stories

" I looked down at my leg, which was bent into the shape of an omega, and again I felt ashamed. I can't close my legs at all. It's a good thing Rowen can't see it. I waddled out on my legs like a duck, the sticky stuff trickling down with each step. I felt another wave of feeble shame. I swear I'm going to outlive Xavier, and when he dies, I'm going to dance on his grave with my two good legs. Rowen and Xavier are birds of a feather. Rowen follows Xavier's lead. It doesn't matter how close I am to him.

The Broken Pride Liam Martin’s legs had absolute zero feeling. Because he could not use any power in the lower half of his body, he had to rely entirely on the help of others just to get onto his bed. He completely refused to let Chloe Bishop see him in such a weak, useless state. His proud self-esteem simply could not handle that level of shame. It was not just about getting into bed; he did not even possess the basic capability to use the restroom independently. This realization alone was more than enough to destroy a proud, high-society man.

It was awful. Professor Black added, "Of course, the boy denied causing harm to those bullies, but no one would believe him. I'm sure you know how much credibility wolfless have. Unfortunately, it was a painful lie that sealed his fate." This story weighed heavily on my mind, a stark reminder of the dangers Shana might face as a wolfless. Not only the bullies that she'll encounter for the rest of her life, but the possibility that she might shift into something monstrous... I couldn't help but feel an even greater responsibility to protect her.

Just bare before my greatest opposition. I felt shame. I felt humiliation. But most of all, I felt like I’d just invited unwanted bugs to myself. The lewd smile on his face, the way his tongue snuck out like a snake about to devour a fresh prey, the way he guffawed while taking in the whole of my body, it all made me itch. I wanted to disappear. Wanted to wish for the ground to open up and swallow so that I could cover my shame, but this had to be done to cover the greater shame, and to save our lives. Mine and Theo’s.

she asked, her voice eerily calm. "No," he replied. "They're targeting your legacy. They're going to erase everything you've built. The Foundation will rewrite your story so you become the villain." Serena let out a dry laugh. "Too bad I already beat them to it." Damien leaned in. "Serena, you can't face them alone." "I'm not alone," she defied. "I've got designs, a voice, and a spotlight. Let them try. I've waited my whole life to be underestimated."

My speculations were right, something unpleasant will happen that will sting me. I can't see the road clearly because of the water forming inside my eyes, how dare he confess his affection for me if he'll show a sexual attraction towards another woman! That guy is really an asshole. I get it, Elizabeth is way more hotter than me. He won't settle for less cause he's almost close to being perfect. Well, no man would settle for a girl like me who's job is to show off her skin unlike Elizabeth who grew up in a wealthy and decent family.

The demon in me hoped she didn’t. That she was burning too. At dawn, I was back on duty. Transparent. Professional. A statue in a black suit standing watch in the entrance hall. My skull felt like an anvil, my eyes burned, but my posture was perfect. I am Liam Shae, the efficient shadow. Not the man who nearly lost himself in Diane’s forbidden light. Then she comes downstairs. And my world, already cracked, shatters into a thousand shards of silent pain. She is radiant.

Shame blistered my skin. “I’m not… I’m not from the Bloodrage pack.” I stuttered. No one moved. The silence was hunting. “The man who trained and assaulted me is,” my voice broke. Self loathe crawled up in my chest. I averted my eyes in shame. I fought against the painful sting of the tears behind my eyes as the room went cold. Damon couldn’t keep his eyes straight. Cassidan seemed to have given out a long exhale. “So no, you’re not wrong. I had been trained to kill…” I locked eyes with them. The realization that I may have won them over brought a soothing balm to my shameful soul.

"Besides I've heard that, that old man was rather..... Shameless person. Why should I still go and meet that person?" Jae suddenly lit up. "Hmm. If that's the case. Then I'll drive and accompany you together to meet him. I'll check what's his motives and if his really serious and interested about it." Jae offered her with a mysterious expressions. In fact Hazle was not interested on a person like T Thomas Scott that old man. For her it's just better to find someone else, she's just going easy on him describing as a 'shameless.' he was in famous for being perverted bastard. So many business woman did all they could steer clear of him.

The protégé's respect, the man's desire, the lone spirit's hunger for completion—it had all fused into that singular, devastating act. He was torn in two. Half of him was drowning in shame, begging for a way out, for how to get it right, to go back to the familiar misery of his bewilderment. The other half was screaming with victory, and finally understanding an elementary truth about himself that he had denied all his life.