Shameless Setting Novels & Stories

and he hovered on her making that woman chuckled . They both completely forgot about Amoli .... Who is seeing her husband undressing the other woman infront of his wife ... ' Shameless ' amoli's mind said and she hummed in agreement. She lowered her head and tried to get up from the floor but she is feeling killing pain in her stomach . She caressed her aching stomach with her trembling hands and... Sob was going to release from her mouth she place her one hand to stop it .. because if she cried than she will feel more pain on her abdomen .

" You never know how shameless a girl can be until she finds a money bank. " " Oh wow. I can't believe that she was so shameless to climb into his bed despite how holier than thou she claims to be. " " You are obviously the only one that fell for that, as I knew from the onset that it was just a pretense. " " How shameless! " " A stranger who sees her, would think she's a little baby princess not knowing that she's a snake in the green grass. " Another girl spat.

Shanaya winced in profound shame, her eyes tightly shut against the degrading words being hurled at her. She froze in Rajeev's grip, feeling like she was stripped bare in front of them. His creepy words made her sick to her stomach. All she wanted was to disappear, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. The feeling of imaginary ants crawling on her back added to her embarrassment, making it impossible for her to look anyone in the eye. She shut her eyes tight to spare herself from the disgrace.

And just like that, the distance between strangers begins to shrink. Kimberly stretches her legs out, robe slipping slightly at the collarbone, a casual kind of sensuality that comes from comfort, not performance. “Let’s make a pact. No public personas, no filters. Just honesty. Spa rules.” Operah nods. “Everything said here, stays here.” “Like a sexy version of Fight Club,” Maggie says. I laugh, leaning back into the chaise, the tension in my shoulders dissolving inch by inch. Maybe that’s what I needed, not another doctor’s appointment, not another night spent trying to understand the universe’s sense of humor.

What is it with guys and displaying those? “Hey, man, you care to join? I can be quite generous and release one for you.” If Shameless were a person, it would be Dave. I’ve seen this type of thing in movies. What do they call it again? Threesome. One girl was touching his weapon of mass destruction, the other was working on his nipples, and the idiot was lying down, moaning like a pig. Then I heard it. Paaaa! “Your ass is quite soft. You care for a trip?”

The women hurried to shield their children’s eyes while cursing under their breath. The wine glass in Charles’ hand hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces. He froze in place, and his face was ashen. “Michelle, get back inside!” But how could Michelle listen? The system had completely stripped away her sense of shame. She felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden, so pure, natural, and unrestrained. “Charles! Do you think I am beautiful?” Michelle stood on the windowsill, striking a pose like a bodybuilder displaying muscles. “Clothing is a shackle that binds the human soul. We must break the chains! Charles, you come too! Let’s do it together!”

He placed the tie clip he'd bought for a small fortune for Archer on the bedside table before getting out of bed, heading downstairs to prepare lunch for Archer. Leo was shirtless when he came out of the room. Just as he was about to cross the living room, Archer's parents, Stanley Lacelle and Callie Baldwin, stepped into the house at the same time. Their gazes met. There was an immediate pin-drop silence, as if nobody was home. Leo held his breath, not daring to exhale too loudly. Then, he shakily lifted his arms and covered his bare chest with an embarrassed smile. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Lacelle."

"Damn it! Are you blind? Can't you see where you are going? And look oh my holy fuck! Look at what you did to my white shoes--" "Hey, you! Why are you shouting at my best friend, huh!?" A drunk Sierra interrupts. We're already making a scene which is a shame. Damn, I'm dead if someone knew me here and for sure my agency will call me and flood me questions. "Ah! So, this is your best friend... You both are okay for a one night to pay my ruined suit." What the actual fuck is the audacity of this man! "For your information this isn't a strip club, this is a high-end club full of classy people, but sir may I ask why you are here? Trashes aren't allowed here."

Friendly overtures, attempts to prove she was not a crazy sex fiend. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she told herself. Just because her relationship did not look like most everyone else’s did not make it bad. Compared to some so-called normal relationships, hers was far healthier for everyone involved. But stuck in her head was the image from a movie she had once seen where a crowd of scandalized people had hissed and pointed at the heroine: Shame! Shame on you! Shame! “Why are we stopping?” Alexei was immediately alert, sliding along the seats to the driver’s window and pulling it open. “What is up?”

Our family’s enemy. Guilt sits like heavy truck in my throat as I mutter; “I’m leaving now.” Then I turn around and flee. *** “I always knew you were a slut, but I never thought you were this shameless.” I’m just pulling my jeans over my hips when Sharon walks into the master suite with her signature harsh stare. I turn around, calmly zip up my jeans, then turn to find her seated on one of the Egyptian sofas right in front of me. “Privacy does not exist in your vocabulary, I see. Couldn’t you see I was dressing up when you walked in?”