Novel & Cerita Shameless Protagonist

Gale said, "Have you forgotten? When I was in the psychiatric hospital." Those were the worst two years of Gale's life. In the past, she didn't dare to raise her head, fearing that if she offended him somehow, she would end up extremely miserable and suffer the consequences! After some silence, Shawn's laughter echoed through the room. "Yeah, Gale, that is who I am. I'm a ruthless and strong-willed person." Shawn said, "Unlike Aurum, who is a gentleman that's always gentle, honorable, and pure!" Gale's voice raised slightly, "I didn't mean that..."

The poor man looks disgusted with himself and baffled like a meteor struck him from the sky. I look down at my hands, flipping my nails up to my eyes. “Reed” I plead. “I have never felt more like a woman in my entire life, can we not make this a big deal. We’re adults, and I was a consenting adult. You didn’t know, and really didn’t need to. I guess I just didn’t think about the messy part because I was so busy enjoying myself.” I turn my eyes to lock on his. Palm stretching out to touch his shoulder. “ I really am more than okay. I should be thanking you anyways. You saved me from being an obedient daughter, kidnapped me at your word, rescued me from frostbite and ended the agony of me keep

"Dita... there are people everywhere. How can I possibly shower inside a mall?" "Are you actually feeling ashamed now?" Dita stepped back slightly to scrutinize my appearance from head to toe. "Look at yourself. How could Mr. Jefri not feel repulsed just looking at you?" I crossed my legs. My hands fidgeted together while I occasionally scratched my head, which was indeed starting to itch. I had forgotten exactly when I last washed my hair. Writing fiction made me too comfortable in my world of imagination, causing me to lose touch with the reality I had to live.

“Because I have nowhere else. And because… I want the shame to stop.” He stopped in front of me. “Look at me.” I forced my eyes up to meet his — the emptiness in them was not broken, it was deep and cold and full of a terrifying purpose. “The shame never stops,” he said softly, almost kindly. “It is a parasite from the world of bonds — they make you feel it to control you. You feel shame for failing them, for disappointing their ‘trust’ — it is their leash. The only way to kill the parasite is to kill the world that bred it.”

She kept cleaning and dared not turn around any longer. The maid is a collaborator with Zamiel's fiance, Shaira Monte, who just so happened to be there. Xanford and Shaira Monte are related. One of Zamiel's reliable friends is Xanford. In actuality, Shaira is not at all missing. She's hiding because that's what she planned to do. She wants to exact revenge on Elizabeth for dethroning her in the modeling industry. And they are unaware of this.

One of the lab coats said. "NOOO!" I screamed, startling them. I think I even startled the ones supposed to act passed out. "I AM NOT A SERVANT! I AM A PROTÉGÉ!!" I even banged my hands on the truck floor to emphasize my annoyance. A heavy silence followed my outburst and I started doubting if maybe I did a little too much. But when I looked up at them, they didn't look angry or even mad at me. On the contrary, their eyes, especially those of the lady boss were filled with curiosity with a hint of madness. Good, they took the bait. "Is that the reason why your skin is so perfect and flawless, despite your age?" A creepy smile decorated her wrinkled face.

His legs were dying, turning into dead weight as the guilt of his lie crushed him. He couldn't even move his toe, he just sat there, frozen by the shame of what he was hiding. "I still have the highest marks in my class," Josh whispered, desperate to prove he wasn't a failure. "I still get straight A’s in every subject. My record is clean, River. I’m still perfect." River didn't want to hear any more. "Shut up!" he roared, his voice louder than the thunder. Before Josh could even blink, River’s hand swung across the seat. The slap was loud and violent, hitting Josh hard across the face.

I opened slowly. “Madam, I found this under the coach. I think it is yours.” She told me. She was holding my underpants! I was shocked and equally ashamed. “Thank you.” I told her, took it from her and she went away. I was left wondering whether that was enough for her to suspect anything. =======

Then she discovered something: Claude is far away from selfish, so his motives shall be selfless too! "What is your motive, Claude? What was inside that broken boy's head? What is the motive of a traumatized teen? Was it revenge? Hate? Anger?... No this is not you. You are a holy man. I know what your motive was. I remember our discussions as kids. I remember your spirit. It was justice! It was freedom! It was empathy! Those are your motives. Your pain was merely a tool for you to feel others' pain and engage with them even more. How ashamed I am. I can't even compare to you!" Flora cried a lot that day. She felt too small, too selfish, and too superficial.

Reyn's hand fell to his side as he glared at Zale. I stood between them, all three of us naked. Ahhh, two hot male leads, with huge—no, no, no, two hot male leads are fighting over me, this is a dream, I thought, giggling mentally, but keeping a worried facial. But I am the villainess here, isn't this occurring too fast? Trust should be hard to build. But this is a fictional world; anything is possible, I thought, my head turning from side to side, swooning over the muscular bodies.