Novel & Cerita Shameless Us Bloopers

I reached up with trembling fingers. Soft fur brushed against my palm. The ear twitched beneath my touch. "Nope." I touched it again. It twitched again. "Nope." I slapped both cheeks. The room stayed exactly the same. "This is either the world's most committed prank..." I looked at everyone. "...or I'm officially insane." And it was hairy. "Bring out the cameras. You can't film me without my permission," I said, walking toward what seemed like the exit. Footsteps rushed toward me before warmth covered my hand, holding me in place.

She turned her head to glance at me, her eyes widened at the little distance between us. "Watch out!" I yelled, clenching my fist in the air as I winced slowly. "Shit." I bit my lips, watching as Eva stood up from the ground, her body covered in slime. Adam had a shocked expression on his face. When they shared a look, they laughed so hard. I didn't find what was funny. Until she turned to face me. I snorted loudly, covering my mouth to stifle and hide my laughter. I shouldn't laugh.

"Are your legs intending to maintain that grounded posture for the remainder of the calendar date, or does your internal soul fail to calculate that your brand has already generated enough public embarrassment?" Lulu’s ocular sensors rapidly scanned the environment, only to discover a massive, dense wall of mechanics and paddock personnel recording her chaotic failure of decorum. She violently scrambled back up onto her feet, her facial symmetry completely breaking down. "The shame parameters are scaling entirely too high. My internal mind genuinely desires to purchase a solid block of bean curd to violently smash my own forehead against it until my baseline life metrics hit absolute zero."

Utterly speechless, the last ridiculous shred of hope inside me died quietly. … Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Silvercrest pack, Ethan glared at his phone with a frosty expression. The dark circles beneath his eyes were daunting. He was like a trapped beast, pacing the office back and forth, exuding a cold yet dangerous air. His phone was placed face down on the table. He almost flung it out of the window twice. When he saw the state his usually level-headed best friend was in, Cameron Duffal—Ethan's Beta—could no longer hold in his laughter.

“Is Calix fit to lead?” My stomach churned. All of it was all my fault. My drunken outburst had caused a loop of things that were going wrong. All I saw were the almost blurry, unflattering clips of myself, screaming. My voice, a drunk slur, replayed over and over again, filling me with a fresh bout of shame. I switched the channel and paused when I saw what was going on—a talk show. The host laughed…too loudly…and leaned forward toward the perfectly dressed woman sitting across from her, Vanessa.

**Chloe's POV** Watching myself on the screen, tangled up with three men at once, was beyond mortifying. The video captured every sordid detail, and while I might have enjoyed those moments back then, seeing it now made my stomach churn. This wasn’t just a personal shame; it was a full-blown disaster that could ruin my reputation and my life. Panic gripped me as I realized the severity of what was happening. The whispers and murmurs in the room grew louder, every eye fixated on me, judging, condemning.

Warren’s voice in the background. Ryan laughing. I froze. No, no, no. I scrolled. Another post. Another video. Different angle. Comments flooding underneath. “This guy is insane” “Scholarship kid wilding” “Bro really thought he had a choice” My chest felt tight. I kept scrolling. I didn’t know why. Maybe hoping it would stop. It didn’t. More. Clips. Edits. Zoom-ins. Someone had turned it into a GIF. Looping My shame over and over again

“That’s nothing! Did you see the politician who wore mismatched shoes to the press conference? Black left, brown right. And he stood there confidently for an hour. I was embarrassed for his ancestors.” Jane pushed up her glasses, giggling. “It was trending number one for a whole day. People were making memes faster than I could keep up.” Amara found herself smiling, the heaviness of her morning already dissolving. These women were a storm—loud, witty, endlessly amused by the absurdities of the world. Their words tumbled out like waterfalls, bouncing from one scandal to another, from celebrity breakups to viral dances, always in that infectious rhythm of hot gist.

I pretended to lay my face on the table so as not to appear blushing. Sheilla still laughs. I swear I'm ashamed of whatever. Why should you be reminded again? It has been a long time and has passed, and it is a silent witness to how Gerald and I became the absurd human of all time. It just took root and ended in a long, hot struggle. "Yuck, Sheila, I'm embarrassed." I'm so embarrassed. Sheilla was still laughing. "Yuck, Sheila ..." "Sorry, Sorry." Said Sheila. Cleared her throat, but she laughed again. If she's not my friend, I knocked it out!

Liam struggled to think of something. "What happened?" Mathew put his hand over Liam's shoulder. Kyle reached there at that time. He gestured to Liam to mistakenly throw a drink on Mathew. When Mathew put his hand over Liam's shoulder, he intentionally moved ahead and bumped into him. The drink in his hand fell over Mathew's suit. "Shit," Mathew cursed as he removed his hand from Liam's shoulder and lowered his gaze. In the meantime, Kyle replaced Liam and spoke. "I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean it, "Kyle took off his mask."