Shameless Setting Novels & Stories

Not because she's scared of Sarah, but afraid one wrong move could make hers and Ayana's life a living hell. She would be able to endure, but couldn't bear Ayana suffering more than this. This actually boosted her confidence and something tells her Drake wouldn't reveal that he tried to harass her not to lose face. This is gamble, as there's a possibility the dude has a trashy inside like his lewd nature on the outside. "He entered the toilet and I have already turned to leave, but returned when I heard his scream and how he dashed out of the toilet. I didn't know what to do since the spot he's holding..."

"The cat's already out of the bag. What's seen can't be unseen, and there's no smoke without fire. Jennie, I think you'd do well to reflect on your own behavior." Eugene was standing right beside him. "Jennie, you're a young woman with ... a tempting figure. Men can't help themselves but notice. You need to pay more attention to how you come across. Besides, it's not like a bit of online banter is anything to worry about." "So it's my fault. Is that what you're saying?" Someone else nearby piped up in agreement. "They're not wrong. There's no smoke without fire, Jennie." "Oh, and you're a man, I guess you can't help noticing my 'figure' either?

Amy bit her lip, feeling a profound sense of embarrassment. Leah, graceful and poised, stood up and gave a slight bow to the audience. Amy's face turned an ugly shade of red. Finally, it hit her. Leah had done it on purpose! Leah had intentionally changed the composition midway, causing her to fumble like a fool, humiliating her in front of everyone! While Leah basked in the applause, Amy was left to stew in shame. "Leah, you conniving witch! You set me up!" Amy muttered angrily under her breath.

she said, tossing them onto the pile before strutting off with the rest. If I survive this place, all of them will pay. *** I dropped the clothes on the table. Every surface was black, not a trace of colour, not even in their hearts. Even after they left the dining hall, the shame still clung to me like a stubborn stain that had refused to wash out. For a moment the same pull I felt when I first saw Alpha Damon hit me. It crawled under my skin and sent chills through my body. His mate's scent grew stronger. I knew he was in the room.

A clean, contained thing. I looked at the boy arranging marshmallows into a pattern only he understood. I looked at the man sitting quietly across from me, one thumb tracing the rim of his mug. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, warm and slightly too sweet and exactly right, and understood, for the first time since stepping off that plane, that the thing I had been escaping toward had already shifted into something I hadn't planned for at all. I wasn't sure yet whether that was frightening or the opposite of it. The storm outside showed no sign of stopping.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to take my parents and disappear. At least, I hope they’ll be okay with tomorrow. It might be the day after, but either way, I’m not going to be here anymore. Not in this house. Not with you. Your granny told me I’d have my money by tomorrow morning and the fake IDs she’s setting up. She’s working her magic tonight. So…why not? We’re never going to see each other again. We’re grown people with our heads on straight, and it would just be scratching an itch. I’m going to have to go into hiding for a long time, and well, maybe we’ve both already been hiding for a good long while.” “Oh. Oh, goodness,” I choke. Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. A beautiful woman with her very

SHAMELESS PDA! Will_the_devil I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT I_pooped OH, PLEASE, YOU JUST JEALOUS OF THEIR LOVE. Will_the_devil YOU GUYS ARE IMPOSSEIBLE. I AM OUT TOO. BYE. I_pooped TSK, TSK. WE DON'T SAY BYE HERE. Will_the_devil OH, REALLY?! I_pooped MHM. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN. Will_the_devil WATCH ME. BYE. BYE. BYE.

Shameless. It felt like it had been years since I'd actually breathed and let myself go. Priam had said something in the passing. I needed to strip myself of all feeling, all attachments before I could find that well within myself. Then acceptance would help me tap from it. I wondered if it was possible to strip myself bare. I felt too much. Everytime I did try to... strip, I saw them and I closed up. I couldn't face it. Them. Not yet. It was too much and it was easier to shove it in a box and lock it up.

No one is hiding behind… Anything. Interestingly, it’s a very classy setting, with over-the-top decadence. This isn’t low-budge p**n or actors you pay by the hour. These people are real, in the sense of their various shapes and sizes and ethnicities. In their absolute reckless abandonment. They are here for their pleasure—and to pleasure others. With his remote, the attendant turns up the volume, so that the moans and the demands for more waft on our fragrantly scented air.

“I’ll never forgive you.” I trembled, clutching my bag against me like a shield. The test result pressed hard against my palm inside, a secret I wasn’t ready to share—not now, not like this. “Adrian, please,” I whispered. “I just… I just wanted to see you happy.” His laugh was bitter, sharp as broken glass. “Happy? By humiliating me? Happy? With you?” “I—I only wanted to surprise you. I thought you’d be happy.” “Happy?” He gave a bitter laugh, his mouth twisted cruelly. “The only thing I felt when you walked into that building was shame.” My heart dropped.