Shameless Setting Novels & Stories

In front of Shama was a big mirror attached to the whole wall. Shama looked at herself in the mirror with unbelievable eyes. She was in her real body. Her hair curly and long hair was open. A big round earing was in her ear. A little beautiful pendent was in her neck. She wore an oversized top with pants. She wore snickers in her feet. Her body was sweating even in AC. It was like she just worked out or danced…Shama’s face had light makeup making her look pretty. She looked like a celebrity and her room was like a dance practice room. “But the question is that…I am a poor orphan…Then what the hell am I doing here like this?”

Fake, expensive, proud with leather settees that one hundred percent look like they were imported from a city that isn’t New hawk. What it lacks though is the charm. It lacks life. It lacks the three men behind me. You can’t smell Shane in his office, you can’t smell Neo after he’s returned from his morning run, you can’t hear Connor’s laugh either or his gruff voice as he speaks to the pack members. I walk into Viola’s house all the more. My brown wedged sandals tainting her floors, my virginal white dress being the only thing that’s pure in her house.

He carries her up and leaves . NXT MORNING Camilla yawns tiredly feeling sore all over especially in her pussy area , she opens her eyes slightly and seats up hurriedly taking in her environment, the place was a mess , clothes littered everywhere, condoms were mounted at a corner while sperm and signs of sex soaked the bed sheet . " Oh my gosh " she mutters looking around in fear trying not to faint , her heart was beating fast. If this news reach the media or Liam damn she is so dead .

I gasp at that sudden action. I lay flat on the mattress, naked. Standing there, he could see every inch of my body clearly. I shut my legs squeezing them, it is an instinctive action that I didn’t even realize that I did that until he rise brow, and his eyes became dark. He has watched me many times, but this is different. The lights are on and he could even easily see any tiny trace of hair near my womanhood. “Rule number,” He paused. “I don’t know.” He forgets how many rules we kept. All for nothing. “Never be ashamed of being naked before me. You don’t deny me from seeing what’s mine.”

It has been replaced with concern and worry. The two of us made our way to the den discussing though the link what exactly we were going to tell Dad. All the times we had done things with Heather and been caught, I had never been ashamed of what we had been doing. Embarressed at being caught, oh most definitely, but never ashamed. This? All I feel is shame, disgust and disappointment in myself. Shane POV

Morning Shame Leo Pov I woke up alone, and for a terrifying, disoriented moment, I didn’t know where the morning light was coming from. It filtered through massive, sheer windows, washing the room in a cold, sterile silver. This wasn't my cramped Brooklyn apartment; this was a suite of punishing, minimalist luxury. The sheets—silk, heavy, and smelling faintly of that sharp, aggressive cologne, were tangled around my legs. The shame didn’t arrive in a wave; it arrived like a physical anchor, a leaden weight settling in my chest. What did I do?

After she was done with her meal, Sherry hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as she peered into the dimly lit bathroom. The absence of a proper door sent a shiver of apprehension coursing through her. This was no ordinary sanctuary; it was a place that could easily become a stage for shame if the master of the house chose to enter unannounced. She still bore the vivid memories of her previous days—stripped bare, exposed alongside other Captives, all subjected to the whims of those who viewed them as mere possessions.

Only narrow-minded people would feel ashamed of having lesser money than others. “Do you really think you did a good job at hiding your real intentions? Do you really think that no one can see how badly you want to latch on to someone?” Layla sneered. Her deep gaze bored into their eyes making them flustered. Their face turned red from anger and shame. “Do you really think that people will clap happily for you when you jump like a clown in front of them?” Layla’s words were clearly telling them what a big joke they were in her eyes. They clenched their fists as they were trembling from the humiliation they have received today.

I mumbled, feeling shy, and left quickly, feeling proud of myself. Becoming shameless wasn’t that bad. I giggled at that thought. * #TBC

She stepped out of her skirt, then her stockings, until she stood naked on the cold concrete, her skin pale against the grey backdrop. Alistair didn't rush. He circled her slowly, like a sculptor examining a block of unhewn marble. The sound of his leather shoes was the only noise in the room. "Shoulders slumped," he noted. "Tension in the lower back. You are holding onto your shame like a shield." "It's cold," she whispered. "Cold is a sensation. Shame is a choice. Stand straight. Chin up. Chest out." Maya obeyed, her muscles locking. She felt exposed, not just physically, but fundamentally.