Shameless Setting Novels & Stories

I gave him no reply, I didn't deserve one. I know that shading off was part of my body's metabolism. The moment he had me on his chest, I lay on his head on him without any form shamelessly. It seemed as though a fun place to be aside from being in my bed, but I wasn't going to give him that credit. I felt his chest vibrate. Was he laughing at me? Whatever…the joke was in him anyway. I don't give a million flying fucks. I've got to do a lot of shameless things before, so why not? I've got a limited time

"And as always, my little pee slut.. If you want more, you're going to have to let me hear you beg for it.." Clara woke up violently, as if she had been shook by an incredible force. She tried to remember where she was. Her heart was beating a million beats a second, and she was drenched in sweat. Her bed was so wet, it was as if someone had thrown a bucket over her in her sleep. She was crying - sobbing - and her pussy seemed to ache. The shame she felt was otherworldly. Her breath was gone and she attempted to find it again, gasping for air. But none of that mattered. Her cheeks were burning bright, and she had the biggest and naughtiest smile on her face. This time, she pushed her shame a

_Nathan’s POV_ I woke up ashamed before I woke up anything else. Not confused. Not unsure where I was. The apartment was already familiar in the forced way of a place that had become home under pressure. Miles’s ceiling. Miles’s blanket. Miles’s arm locked around my ribs like he had decided sleep was not a good enough reason to let go. The shame arrived anyway, immediate and mean, bringing the kitchen counter back with it. The glass I could not drink. The air I could not get. The way my body had folded in front of him after I had spent a week insisting I could carry all of it upright.

Harvey's tone was dripping with disdain, as if the woman he'd publicly humiliated was merely an embarrassment to him. I looked down. My baby, Munchkin, was sleeping fitfully in my arms with her small brow furrowed. A searing pain shot up from my pubic symphysis with every step, each one an agony. But instead of retreating, I pushed open the ajar door. The conversation inside ceased instantly. The room was hazy with smoke. Harvey was lounging on the couch, his legs crossed. Across from him, the female officer, Leigh Nicholson—the one who had posted the sweating emoji in the group chat—was peeling an orange.

The moment my finger grazed the screen, a sharp chill ran through me. The message was short but dripping with his usual arrogance and disdain: [Don't bother coming to the alliance banquet. A shameless woman like you doesn't deserve to be seen with me in public.] Shameless? My mind went blank for a second, like I'd just been sucker-punched. What is he even talking about? What exactly have I done that's "shameless"? That simmering anger I'd buried not long ago flared up all over again at his baseless accusations. But then, strangely, another feeling crept in—one of absurdity, and, oddly, relief.

she says casually and I look away, "I wasn’t staring..." She chuckles again "You looked seconds away from passing out..." And I retort angrily "I'm just observing!!" She smirks "Sure you are..." Heat crawls back into my cheeks as I look around... Everything here feels unreal, like I accidentally stepped into some hidden world that exists beneath ordinary life. One where everyone is hotter, louder and bolder... Where shame doesn’t exist and people touch each other openly without hesitation. A man presses a scantily clad woman against the wall nearby, sucking her tongue while someone cheers and I almost trip over my own feet again while watching them. Thankfully Rhyssa catches my arm before I

What’s wrong with me? I glanced around. The basement was dim, but too bright for the kind of shame I was sitting in. I was still here. Still in hisspace. And if he came back. I couldn’t handle another round. Not when my head was finally clear. I pushed myself off the floor, heart pounding as I tiptoed toward the door, ignoring how my legs still trembled beneath me. I just needed to get out. Right now. But then, a voice chained my feet and forced me to stop. A girl’s voice. Shouting. Angry. Fierce. It stopped me in my tracks. I stood frozen near the door, ears straining. Someone else was here. And from the sound of it, she wasn’t here by choice either. My shame faded just enough to make room

I knew it was a bad idea to open the app, but I still went on reading the nasty comments till the texts and my screen became blurry I quickly blinked my tears away and shot up to my feet in a sudden confidence boost. No. I wasn’t going to cry or let them humiliate me. I picked up my phone and opened my camera and found a good angle to position my phone in the closet They couldn’t humiliate me if I humiliated myself first, right? That’s exactly what I was going to do. You can’t shame the shameless I pulled up a sound and started dancing with no rhythm or flow, just moving my body horribly When I was done, I watched it and nodded. Yep, this was ridiculous enough.

I pushed the door and saw a sweating Noah on top of a smirking chole. Noah was the first boy i thought was different from the rest that didn't fall for my shameless sister. We meet in a cute way when he walk up to me when I was seeing a movie at the mall with Angela and said i reall like you stuttering and i was a blushing mess . I have started to really like him and our relationship was going smoothly up until this moment. I thought he was my happily ever after ,silly me!. My life was shitty. Now look at me crying in the middle of nowhere barefooted . I left my bags in his house not like I have any money in it,and my shoes .

“You’re going to be a slut because we said so. Get on your fiancée’s cock.” Liam lay back, his legs spread, cock hard and leaking. I straddled him, knees on the couch. My hands shook as I lined him up. The head pressed against my hole. I sank down slowly. The stretch was familiar now, but doing it in front of them, in a room anyone could enter, made my face burn with shame. Liam groaned beneath me. “Fuck, baby… you feel so good.” I started moving, my hips rolling. The men watched, phones pointed at us, filming every bounce.