Shameless Synopsis Novels & Stories

A shedding of weight. She didn’t know she was dancing for him. But she was. He watched her from the shadows. Watched her move like she had no idea the effect she had, hips swaying, body caught in rhythm, innocent and dangerous at once. She moved like she was trying to forget something—or maybe trying to remember who she was before the world told her to shrink. He wanted to see that look—that freedom—just for him. Undressed. Unashamed. Unafraid. And one night, he decided he’d waited long enough.

Shameless. I paused, pressing my ear against her door—maybe I shouldn’t have, but curiosity burned hotter than shame. The door creaked open slightly as I leaned forward. The moaning grew louder. Not in the room. The bathroom. I stepped in. My hand pushed the bathroom door open— And my heart stopped. My jaw hung open. “What the f—”

"Then you most certainly believe in the law of karma also." "Where's this questions coming from this morning?" He asked curiously as he leaned closer to have a glance at her laptop, seeing the movie titled 'Nerdy Glasses' on her screen. "Are you meditating over a movie?" "It's not just any movie it's what put me in this predicament," she whispered. Chase barely heard her. "What's going on with you, Shelly?" "I just realized that I may never go back home again." Tears brimmed in her eyes as she sniffled.

…whatever, an arrogant, ruthless and mysterious billionaire. The next day,I tried to get at least a glimpse at his mother who was admitted in the VIP ward. I couldn't get any. At the end of the day, I was disappointed not because I couldn't see his mother but because there's no trace of him at Willow Green. It has soon turned into a disgust and most of all, fear covered all other emotions. Amy! Amy is here. Is this a pure coincidence or is she here to ruin my life once again? That innocent act she put up on,smile that she fakes and the expensive fabric that covers so little of her body, nothing has changed.

In combination with the rumors of plagiarism, which no amount of proof could quell completely, I was suddenly the talk of the industry. Someone had even managed to get photos of me stepping out of a luxury car, with a middle-aged man beside me, smiling fondly. People were having a field day in the comments: "I knew they were lying when they said she didn't copy. How could someone fresh out of university—and a woman at that—come up with such a compelling character?" "Just another woman sleeping her way to the top." "I know that man. He's Steven Jones. He runs that huge company ... whatever it's called. That's quite the sugar daddy."

She hesitated. “Maybe you don't really want to see your grandmother. You can leave!” He ordered her. If that's the price she has to pay to see her grandmother, she would gladly do it. Quickly, her hands finally let go of her dress, the area she had held cramped and squeezed. She unzipped her dress, letting the fabric slip down from her slender shoulders and slowly to the ground. He watched every move she made, hungrily. She was shaking visibly with fear.

The buzzing wasn’t constant—it teased, climbed, dipped, just enough to keep me on the edge but never push me over. God, it was maddening. Delicious and maddening. My chest heaved, the silk of my dress suddenly too tight, my skin too hot. I bit down on my lip, but the quiver of it gave me away. Dominic didn’t even look guilty. He looked like he was enjoying the show. My nails dug into the leather seat, my whole body rocking ever so slightly with the rhythm I couldn’t control. The edge was right there, building, climbing, climbing—

Shameless! “What? Wait, is this you? Or did you have a bad day? I can brighten you up. Feel this…” She grabs my hand and presses it on her almost naked boob. “I want to feed you the best meal you have ever had with anyone tonight, baby. Shall we?”

Quick shout out to MorganCason4 ReaganDK MarloBurton3 for voting. I love y'all and now onto the next update before I get lazy again😭💔 "Shit, this is fucked up" Why was this fucked up? Well because this current situation I was now in was just too convenient. I wanted to leave this God forsaken place and now this opportunity had just presented itself. This was too perfect. What if it was a trap? What if that devil of a Luna , Larissa planned this all out meticulously so as to give me so much hope then crush it underneath her feet once I fell for it

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.