Shameless The Book Novels & Stories

The tea steam curled in lazy smokes between us. “I feel dirty,” I said finally. The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Like I’m covered in something I can’t wash off.” “You’re not,” he said. His voice was gentle, but firm. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” I wanted to believe him. God, I really did. But shame is tricky. It sneaks in, even when you know it doesn’t belong to you. It wraps around you like smoke, until you can’t see clearly anymore.

"You were standing in a room full of hungry wolves! But look at what a breathtaking job you did of holding your head high. That was an legendary performance, Lamia. We build those walls to protect our vulnerable hearts. But the real work is learning tools so your wolf doesn't feel like it has to stand guard constantly. Because the real you is far too precious to hide, and Clay Jasperfang knows that, even if your bruised soul doesn't see it yet." My mind is racing at a breakneck pace. The data Selene shared, the medical insight into my brain, the complete reframing of every single insecurity I have weaponized against myself my whole life—it is intoxicating, hopeful, and entirely overwhelming.

I was expecting my heart to race as it used to when he was close, but it didn't; instead, my heart was peaceful. @@@@@@ Author, are you a lovely lady? First and first, I apologize; I like this book and wish to update it frequently, but I have never earned a dime from it, therefore my exclusive book took precedence. I beg your pardon. Please share my book so I may live a better life hahaha, and while you're waiting for it, you can read my unique book on fictum or fizzo here: by memories (Ruthless is about to become Alpha)

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.

I borrowed it. Without permission. I'd return it after reading. Probably. Just a few more steps and I would be smiling in the bosom of this bestselling romance story. I hugged the book tighter against my chest. "So close..." I whispered with a grin. Just a few more meters. The bus stop was ahead. Once I escaped, no one would ever catch me. The old man behind me wheezed like he had already run a marathon. I almost felt bad. Almost. Then— SLIP! THUD!

The light had shifted across the room by the time her lashes fluttered. A moan slipped from her lips—barely audible, but laced with pain. And then: panic. Her eyes flew open, wild and glassy. Her head throbbed violently. Her arms—bound. Her legs—naked and exposed. The leather cuffs cold against her skin. The shame of helplessness settling like lead in her chest. Brielle’s breath quickened. Her pulse thudded against her throat like a snare drum. Then the toilet flushed. She froze.

she questioned, waving the book like it was some kind of trophy. My hand twitched, itching to snatch that book away from her. It contained my life, my secrets, my embarrassing thoughts, my fears, everything. But I couldn't snatch it. I couldn’t move. I was just too numb, too frozen, too broken to do that. Instead, my gaze wandered across the crowd, searching for help, for anything… but all I saw were their eyes, wide open, waiting for her to spill the beans, waiting to feast on my shame. My heart burned, my chest tightened so hard I almost forgot how to breathe. How the hell did I even get myself into this situation? How could I be so stupid?

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?" "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now?" "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book. "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about m

When I opened the door, I wasn't expecting what I saw, and before I could control the words from my mouth, I blurted out "shit" **** 📚📚📚📖📒 Hey, beautiful people how is the book so far is it any good ... What do you think Glamour saw... here's my discord link if anyone has any suggestions, please don't hesitate... https://discord.gg/QDXSSHFh8v

The digital silence felt like a heavy stone on my chest. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. I felt exposed, fragile, and more awake than I had been in years. The life I was supposed to lead,the football, the family name, Eleanor’s cool, predictable beauty, felt like a costume I could no longer zip up. The shame wasn't about the act; the shame was about the desire. The shame was realizing that the man who held my fate in his hands was the only person who made me feel like I was actually breathing.