Shameless The Book Novels & Stories

And after last night, after him, I was the weakest thing alive. The grass was still damp beneath my bare feet. I didn’t care. Each step away from the packhouse felt like breathing again, like maybe I could scrape off the shame clinging to my skin. But shame doesn’t wash off. It burns. It burns hotter than tears. Every whisper, every laugh from the night before echoed in my head. Bethelina ’s voice, sweet and venomous,still slithered through my thoughts. Did you really think the Moon’s mistake could make you his equal?

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Shame clings longer than blood. Blood dries. You can scrub it off your skin, hide the stains beneath sleeves, wash it from the floorboards. But shame…it seeps into your bones. Warms your cheeks. You relive it in crowded rooms, in mirrors, in laughter that feels too loud. People forget the mess, but they never forget what you let happen. What you didn’t say. What you didn’t stop. What you became just to survive. That’s the first thought that strikes me as the bathroom door shuts behind him.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Yeah, it feels embarrassing, but it feels so wonderful at the moment that I don't care if I am going to regret everything tomorrow when I am sober. And I know because of the influence of the alcohol, I didn't feel shy anymore when I begged Ashton to carry me inside my bedroom. I giggled when he pulled me up with him, and he carried me without a sweat; I hope we will not stumble on the stairs, and I was impressed when he successfully brought me to my room.

Just bare before my greatest opposition. I felt shame. I felt humiliation. But most of all, I felt like I’d just invited unwanted bugs to myself. The lewd smile on his face, the way his tongue snuck out like a snake about to devour a fresh prey, the way he guffawed while taking in the whole of my body, it all made me itch. I wanted to disappear. Wanted to wish for the ground to open up and swallow so that I could cover my shame, but this had to be done to cover the greater shame, and to save our lives. Mine and Theo’s.

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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

The very thought of that book sitting out there in the world made my stomach violently churn. It wasn’t just a journal filled with daily complaints.. it was a highly explicit and intensely mortifying record of every filthy and embarrassing fantasy I had ever concocted about Elijah Brooks.. the golden boy.. the guy who didn’t even know I existed. If anyone actually read those pages, I wouldn’t just be humiliated. I would literally have to change my name, fake my own death and move to a remote island where Wi-Fi didn’t exist.

She’d survive it again. But first, she needed answers. --- Damien’s office was quiet when she arrived. His assistant’s surprised glance followed her as she passed without a word. The office door slammed open. Damien looked up sharply. “Selena?” She didn’t wait for an invitation. “I’m done,” she said, voice trembling with fury. “Done pretending. Done hiding. Done with the silence.” He stood slowly. “What happened?” She laughed, bitter and raw. “You let Camille humiliate me in front of everyone. She claimed you like some trophy, and you just sat there. Didn’t defend me. Didn’t say a word.”