Shameless The Book Novels & Stories

THE WORLD seems like it’s about to swallow Shean. That is how she feels. She could not open social media accounts for fear of seeing the fruit of the shame she had committed. She was still under the shower even after long hours of bathing. She feels like it was only the water that she could hide. She was experiencing so much shame just right now. She felt like bashers were all around her. She doesn't even know if her erotic novel will be sold because of the scandal she gets in.

Those disturbing images raided my brain, repeating like my grandmother's broke track record. Nausea swirled unrestrained in my empty stomach. My heart felt like my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. A black cloud hung over me as if rain on my sorrow down on me where I went. I know Liam is a guy who has his needs but does he go around messing with every girl he sees? I'm on his checklist of girls. Yeah, let me try fucking an orphan Indian girl that doesn't know much about her origin...blah...blah...blah.

He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer. Was Shawn remorseful for what he did to me? Did he have such a book because of it? I picked up the single leather-bound volume book, caressing its title and getting lost in emotions. “Get a grip, Calista!” I chided myself and opened the book. My brows furrowed as I didn't find what I had expected to find in its content. This was a report filled with diagrams and detailed schematics of a deal. I felt sick in the stomach when I read through and found all the cruel things Shawn had done for money. He even facilitated an experimental deal in rural areas.

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?

“I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.” “The chick next door did.” He groans. “Come on, man. Don’t shit where you eat. I told you that you could stay here for the summer only if there were no shenanigans.” “I swear to God, Aiden. When did you become an eighty-five-year-old woman? ‘Shenanigans’?” “Since I’m negotiating contracts,” Noah reminds me. “And yeah, shenanigans. The kind I get in trouble for and then wind up with a shitty team and a shitty contract because I’m a liability. The kind you get in trouble for and then lose your contract with the team.”

My eyes widened, “A man. Who is that man?” She breathed heavily. “Lilian, I was so stupid that day. I just wanted someone intimate. I saw the man, his name is Jace. He looks macho. After using the convenient, we mistakenly bumped into each other. He gave me his number and that was it.” She said, feeling stupid and shame all over her. She continued.

CONTINUATION OF BOOK 3: THE WIFE’S DANGEROUS OBSESSION CHAPTER 70 – THE MOST TERRIFYING THING For some strange, terrifying reason, her body still wants more. The guilt that used to claw at her from the inside is gone, evaporated, vanished as though it had never existed. Just like that. Not like before, not like how she used to be, when shame gnawed at her ribs until she thought she would collapse under the weight of it. And that—this eerie absence of remorse—might be the scariest part of it all. The most extreme, unsettling part, because this is not who she is, not the woman she believed herself to be. She can’t understand what she has become.

Anywhere but here. Even after all I said, still, no one moves or says anything. But I feel it then, shame. It’s so thick in the air that it almost suffocates me. They’re ashamed of themselves or of their alpha, I don’t care, because that’s the best they can offer me, and it’s so pathetic. “You’re all pathetic.”

She picked up a book, flipped through a couple of pages, then set it back absentmindedly, her eyes dull. But the moment the book touched the shelf, a pair of warm hands gently wrapped around her waist. Her hand trembled, and the book slipped from her grasp, falling heavily to the floor. The scent that had lingered around her for over twenty days drew close again. Burning kisses, fragmented yet strangely gentle, fell upon the back of her neck. Her head tilted back involuntarily, the body’s instinctive response filling her with shame. Then those hands moved upward along her abdomen, closing around her chest…

she gave him a fake smile, and bend down to pick it. She made sure to bend in a way that her lacey pant is visible for him to see. She twisted and turned, wiggling her hip but nothing happened. She expected him to grab her waist and pushed her hard against the tabel, then fuck her senseless but that didn't happen. After a while, she picked up the pen from the floor and straightened to her height. She was surprised to find his gaze on hers. She expected to see lust in those eyes of his but was stoked to see him staring at her with disgust. Shame washed over her, and she dipped her gaze to the floor.