Shameless Synopsis Novels & Stories

’ Thinking of that deep-rooted cry, Alex began to shed tears. Whoosh! Shelly ran out of the mind palace. “Hey, Casanova! “Men cry too, huh?” Alex glanced at her. “What did you come out to see?” Shelly said, “To watch a show. I watched teen drama all day long today. Unfortunately, the male lead turned out to be a fat uncle. Wasn’t he embarrassed for courting an innocent, young lady?” Alex asked, “It’s better than you, a midget who never grows up, right? Did you get courted by a man?”

Aunt Leanne roared, interrupting Uncle Adam's attempt to change the subject, "I think you're the shameless one! You're old enough to be someone's father, and you're still doing such things. Adam, I'll kill you, you heartless bastard!" She then overturned the scalding pot of fish stew in front of her. Hot stew splattered all over Uncle Adam. "Ouch! It's scalding hot! You madwoman!" Uncle Adam screamed, jumping up with a thud as his face was smeared with stew. He looked like a clown. [Ding! Adam's rage has been detected. Leanne's resentment level is off the charts! Rage points +200!] [Rewards: 1 Doomsday Safe House Modification Card, 1-click door, window, and wall reinforcement, 100 servings o

“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.

What is it with guys and displaying those? “Hey, man, you care to join? I can be quite generous and release one for you.” If Shameless were a person, it would be Dave. I’ve seen this type of thing in movies. What do they call it again? Threesome. One girl was touching his weapon of mass destruction, the other was working on his nipples, and the idiot was lying down, moaning like a pig. Then I heard it. Paaaa! “Your ass is quite soft. You care for a trip?”

I unbuttoned my coat and wrapped Munchkin tightly against my chest, trying to warm her with my own body heat. But my body was cold to begin with, so how much warmth could I possibly give her? A black SUV pulled out of the compound, its high beams blasting directly into my face. The window rolled down, revealing Leigh's meticulously made-up, smug face. Harvey sat in the driver's seat, his eyes dark and venomous. "Oh, Winnifred, you're still here? It's freezing out. Don't let the baby catch a cold." Leigh tittered sweetly as she pulled a 100-dollar note from her purse. Then, she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the muddy water at my feet.

“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

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?

"Trizia, thank you. I thought you were kidding around." I told her emotionally, and a few more tears seemed to fall from my eyes. I've wanted to go to the Maldives for so long, but I couldn't for many reasons. "You deserve it, Fleur. Don't cry. You know my tears are shallow. Later we will be crying here in the lobby." I laughed at what she said. We're still in the lobby waiting for the service we booked. My smile suddenly disappeared when I remembered what happened. First was the plagiarizing done by Sachna, and second was the loss of my bracelet. Patrizia noticed that and patted me on the arm.

Sometimes, I thought to myself, perhaps it would be better if I just stayed in the dream forever. Time passed, and sometimes, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or living in reality. In my dreams, Amelie and I had a child. Sometimes, I'd wake up and instinctively try to continue the scenario from my dream. But when I saw the empty room and Sasha's surprised gaze, I felt foolish. Amelie was gone. I knew this reality better than anyone. But I still didn't want to accept it. As "Strange" wrapped up filming, a shocking news story broke across the media.

Five minutes into the movie, someone had cancer and was going to die. The synopsis lied. We were tricked. And so tissues started to fly around as we went on, basically in Nadia and Agnes’ direction. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eyes but I didn’t let them see. Shane, well, he was on his seventh cup of whiskey, silent as shit. The male protagonist, not the sick one, died first and gorily too. Agnes burst into loud tears and I immediately remembered— Ressler. Ressler. Shit.