Shameless Us Aunt Ginger Novels & Stories

She had every reason to sneer at me. However, the next second, Autumn turned toward the live-stream camera, her voice carrying through the hall. "Speaking of Ginger," she said sweetly, "I should thank her." The guests fell silent. "She even sent us a wedding gift." "A gift?!" I froze mid-air. From me? I had no idea what she was talking about. Before I could even piece together a thought, the crowd exploded in outrage. "She’s dead, and she’s still causing trouble? What a schemer!"

I needed an adult to take care of me. Auntie came back. She showed up at the funeral. She wore black. She cried loud tears. She hugged people and said how much she missed her sister. It was all a lie. It was a big, ugly act. But the judge did not know that. The judge saw a sad aunt who wanted to help her poor niece.

—she flicked the fifty—“was personal—a gift.” Anaisse arched an eyebrow. “You, too?” Ginger shrugged and dropped the five hundred peso bill on Annabelle’s vanity. “What? I like ro-may-ance as much as the next girl.” Me, too, she thought sadly as she watched Ginger leave. Unfortunately, “romantic” didn’t really describe the current situation. Dirty dancing for a hot cop who would probably toss her in jail and throw away the key if he knew she’d lied about her identity and impeded his investigation? Not romantic. Try scary, dangerous, and reckless.

“Word on the street is that his girlfriend found out he’s... not as blessed as he likes to act.” I stared. “What?” “Apparently,” Aunt George leaned in like she was telling a ghost story, “his dick’s the size of a pinky.” I slapped a hand over my mouth but couldn’t stop the laugh that exploded from me. “Oh my God! Are you serious?!” “That’s what I heard,” she said with a shrugged. “Well, serves him right!” I grinned. “He always acted like he was God’s gift to women. Imagine the embarrassment.” “I know, right?” she agreed with a smug nod. “And speaking of neighborhood drama... remember Mr. Brown?”

Alex opens the door, and I halt my steps. The first scent that hits my nose is a stench of blood mixed with sweat and something unpleasant. I take a step forward into the living room, which is chaotic. The living room has messed up chairs. Pillows have been cut, and feathers are all over. Glass is shattered, and in the middle of it, is Aunt Glenda. She is tied to a chair with her mouth taped and her face bruised so bad one eye is closing. Her neck is hanging low from what seems like having passed put and I can't bring myself to feel sorry for her.

Gia chirped happily making Aunt Amy chuckle at her innocence. Lucas and Zee however looked at us in disbelief. "Oh! Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Gwen and this is my sister, Gia." They nod and introduce themselves too. "I'm Zee and this is my best friend Lucas and they are our mothers." Zee says. "I know. They are our pretty aunts as well!" I proudly exclaimed. "What the-" Zee almost swore but stopped when Aunt Bianca glared. ******** "What the hell did you do for us to be called here? Aren't you freaking members of student councils? Why the hell are you causing trouble in college when we send you here to study!" Amy snapped making them flinch.

I said as I got up from the floor. “I’m a part of her. The only part of her diverse nature that she trusts – “ “- she only trusts me! You’re not her” I said with all the contempt I could summon. “Darren, I’ve heard of this before – It’s called an Unami, maybe I could tell you all about it in private.” My aunt whispered in my ears so abruptly that I jolted. “Are you sure?” I asked and she nodded. “In the meantime Sharlynn, you should stay here and – “my aunt was saying before she noticed that Sharlynn was gone.

The moon was shining brightly with lots of stars spread across the night sky like glitter. “Didn’t I tell you NOT to follow me?!” she responded, her tone almost yelling. “I need some time alone! Is that too much to ask?” “It’s dinner time! Aren’t you hungry?” Bryan said. “Also, your mom wanted to see you.” “If she wanted to see me, why didn’t she call me herself?” Ginger said and started fixing herself. She looked like a mess with her dark bags under her puffy, red eyes and her short, dry hair. Since she just got well, her hair hasn’t grown that long yet. Pimples could also be seen on her oily cheeks. She doesn’t like seeing herself in front of the mirror. ‘Gosh, I looked like a mess. I am s

After a night of pain, he was almost too tired to function. “Like, if you’re going to be that ginger and not even get highlights you could at least do us the courtesy of not being horrifyingly obese,” Jamie was saying to Zoe, who found the whole thing hilarious despite being naturally ‘strawberry blonde.’ “Sounds like someone is racist against gingers,” Annie said, overhearing. Annie was one of the annoying Antifa brigade and was wedged so far up Zeke’s ass it was hard to define where she ended, and he began.

my aunt said in a friendly tone she only ever uses when she wants to suck up to someone. “Hello, Mrs. Nelson,” Shaun said with a little wave. “Gosh, it seems like forever since I’ve seen you,” Aunt Lauren said, smiling a little too much to not be weird. That she was ignoring my presence only made it all worse. “Yeah, it has,” Shaun replied, and I sensed he was feeling more than a little awkward. “Please, come in and stay for dinner. The kids would love to see you,” she said, opening the door wider.