Shameless Synopsis Novels & Stories

This club is big as hell, how am I supposed to find her, besides hundreds of peoples are here! Goodness Gracious please guide Sierra-- "I'm so sorry!" I said guilty while looking at the tall man wearing a white suit where I spilt my apple juice. "FUCK!" He cussed. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear." "Did you know how much this suit is!?" "I'm really sorry sir." "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--"

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 .

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.

A warm body lay curled against mine. And then I saw her. The same girl who cursed me out like I was beneath her... now naked beside me in bed. __________ My blood boiled. Then Jackson barged in, frantic. "Bro, we’ve got a problem." “What now?” I snapped. He shoved his phone in my face. "You trended. All night. Full sex tape. Nude shots. Everything." "What the fuck?!" I barked. "Take it down. Now!" "I tried. It’s viral. People saved it. Reposted it. It’s everywhere."

"The best first impression you can give is when you show who you really are and not who you think others want you to be....." *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. Xavier POV I haven't been able to get that girl named Lesha out of my head. Normally I just go for flings and a one night stand sometimes, but when it comes to her, everything is different. I don't know if its because of how innocent she looked at me when I saw her in Vince, to the wide smile she gave me at the club, or most importantly, how she doesn't recognize who I am.

I opened slowly. “Madam, I found this under the coach. I think it is yours.” She told me. She was holding my underpants! I was shocked and equally ashamed. “Thank you.” I told her, took it from her and she went away. I was left wondering whether that was enough for her to suspect anything. =======

She was missing me? I didn't know how to feel about that at all. She didn't have such right to miss me after leaving the way she did. No right at all. "Urghhh! Fuck all of this." I tossed the tv remote on the couch. I held my head in my hand. The look on Eva's face when she saw Vera and I - dejected, disappointed... Betrayed. That did it for me. I felt ashamed of myself. I didn't do anything. I was only trying to shut down Vera's offer to suck her cunt when Eva walked in.

She kept her chin up, her posture straight—a subtle change that felt entirely foreign, yet deeply necessary. "You proud little bitch." The voice hissed from the shadows ahead. Seleste stepped out from the archway, blocking the corridor completely. Her crimson silk gown was wrinkled, her perfect hair slightly frayed, and her face was twisted into an expression of pure, unadulterated venom. The humiliation she had suffered in front of Kaelen, combined with the sudden reversal of Elena's banishment, had completely shattered her carefully crafted mask.

I say tracing my figure and she throws her napkins at me "Well of course for you" she says rolling her eyes . Over the years I've grown like a lot for someone my age. My body is slim. Big tits and a cute bum. I even find some of the young trainees staring at me like the pervs they are. "You wanna stay up and watch movies tonight" Bella says clearing up our plastic plates "What you have in mind" I say standing to help her out "How about shameless" she offers "Shut up you get to watch Shameless " I ask

Because that’s who she was—loyal, loving, always trying to please me. But instead, I chased after someone whose only goal was extravagance. In just one month, I’ve bought Emmanuella 366 bags, 400 shoes, and 30 wigs. Honestly, I lost count of the dresses. It sounds ridiculous, but this is my reality now. Every day, it’s the same: “Babe, what about the bags and cash you promised?” I’m done. Absolutely done. I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. I want back what I threw away. Rebecca was everything—modest, understanding, and the best cook I’d ever known. Emmanuella couldn’t even make toast without burning it.