Shameless Setting Novels & Stories

Ashlyn snuffled her nose. "Okay fine. Now go and get fresh. At night we will go to the club for refreshments. Only you and me." Jami said, tickling her. Due to tickling, she laughed, and then both ended up laughing. After Jami exited the room, she washed her face and applied some makeup. She combed her open hair and went downstairs, taking her belongings. "Hello, everyone," Ashlyn said, sitting on a chair beside James. All of them replied to her greeting, then William said;

The light had shifted across the room by the time her lashes fluttered. A moan slipped from her lips—barely audible, but laced with pain. And then: panic. Her eyes flew open, wild and glassy. Her head throbbed violently. Her arms—bound. Her legs—naked and exposed. The leather cuffs cold against her skin. The shame of helplessness settling like lead in her chest. Brielle’s breath quickened. Her pulse thudded against her throat like a snare drum. Then the toilet flushed. She froze.

Anywhere but here. Even after all I said, still, no one moves or says anything. But I feel it then, shame. It’s so thick in the air that it almost suffocates me. They’re ashamed of themselves or of their alpha, I don’t care, because that’s the best they can offer me, and it’s so pathetic. “You’re all pathetic.”

Every time we were together, Noah had lingered there. It turned out that spot reminded him of his first love. Every bit of tenderness I'd believed in had been an illusion. The truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a hollow laugh and went straight to the hospital that night to have the mole removed. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed as soon as I got home. In a fitful sleep, Noah's face kept appearing and fading away. All that remained was his voice, scolding me, calling me shameless.

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.

Marcus' voice thundered in the empty hall. Struggling to regain my composure, I managed to lift my head, my eyes fixated on Marcus as he made his way out of the cafeteria. His figure gradually blurred as he retreated, but before he could disappear entirely, the words escaped my lips. “You are shameless.” Marcus halted in his tracks, startled. He turned around, his eyes filled with disbelief. “What did you just say?” Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, my voice emerged hoarse and feeble, “You are shameless,” I repeated, locking my gaze with his unwaveringly.

“You’re not losing anything. You’re gaining us. All of you—the brilliant woman and the needy whore. They’re the same. And we love both.” Marcus kissed her temple, hand discreetly between her legs under the dress, pressing on the plug. “The shame makes it hotter for you. We know. But you’re safe with us. Always.” She leaned into them, letting their warmth push back the spiral for now. The party continued around them—music, laughter, toasts to Apex’s success. Emma sat there leaking their cum, day collar hidden but ever-present, smiling like the perfect executive while her holes throbbed. By the time they left for the penthouse hours later, the shame had settled into a low, addictive hum. She c

If they ever imagined that I was going to shrink for them to shine, then they were in person shock but most importantly I wasn't going to allow anybody to make me a shell of myself when they were just trying to be intimidating and as much as I knew, that was what they thrived on. It was almost as though there was something else that they wanted to achieve from this because that had to be the reason why they took it upon themselves to discuss with the presence of everyone but now the tables were turned and they were facing shame in its full form making them realize that this wasn't going to be an easy thing for them to come out of. "You degenerate! Talking to me and expecting that I would all

Ingrid got off the bed, completely unconcerned about being naked, and quickly charged at Shamia. "What's going on here?!" Andrick asked loudly. He was utterly bewildered and shocked to see that, like Ingrid, he was completely naked. He covered his private parts with a blanket when he noticed Shamia in the room. His face turned red. "Sh-sham... W-what’s going on... Why are you here?" Shamia didn’t answer as Ingrid suddenly tried to snatch the necklace from her, but she quickly kicked her away and responded to Andrick. "Do you know that you almost marked Ingrid?"

(if you are done then leave me) I said to him with fake anger. "Kyu aapko hamare saath iss tharah sharam aa rahi hh kya? (Why are you feeling shy like this?) He asked in his fake innocent voice. "You know what Mr...... Sharam ladkiyon ka gehna hota hh , or muje gehno ka Koi shokh nhi hh...." (Shame is the jewel of girls, but I have no interest in jewelleries.....) I told him with attitude and confidence in my voice.