Shameless Us Season 6 Novels & Stories

* *😂😂 Another shocker😂 Unlock the next episode with your likes and comments 🥰 🎩 IMMORTAL ACADEMY 👑 {The Master's Favorite} Written by Sylvia Adaobi Peter ⚠️❌ DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ⚠️❌ #Season_2..... Episode 6 Tabitha had never felt so humiliated before. She couldn't believe asked her to get up! She slowly stood up from the seat and stepped aside. Craig pulled Tanya back and made her resume the seat. "Escort her to the guests' seat.' Craig said to the guard standing nearest to him.

"Must be so hard, huh? Being with a man as unhinged and as manipulative as Kester." I clenched my fists. And then… I cracked. The grief melted. The shame evaporated. What settled in its place was something much darker than rage. I straightened, wiped the tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand, and let out a long sigh. "You know what?" My voice was calm. "Go ahead. Spread the fucking videos. Share them with the world. Leak them to his precious board members. Post them on the damn moon if you want." June blinked, her smile faltering.

They’d seen everything now, what I was, what I could become, what I couldn’t control. And worse… they’d seen how I came apart for them. The air was heavy, thick with smoke and sex and silence. Elias hadn’t said anything when I finally slumped against the tree, trembling in his arms. He just held me there, still burning inside me, his breath hot against my ear as if daring me to deny him again. Then the Trial shifted, dragging him back into its smoke, and I was left alone with nothing but the scorch marks under my skin. Shame tangled with something darker. Desire. Guilt. Fear.

The cold night air did little to cool the heat that still clung to her skin. Then, with her phone vibrating in her pocket, Willow whipped it out for a look. “See that? I can make him leave you with one phone call.” The message was dripping with smug satisfaction. Willow tugged at her collar, took a photo of her well-loved neck, and sent it out. A message soon came in. “You have no shame!” Willow grinned. A barrage of messages continued to flood her phone. Without reading the texts, Willow knew the content was insults and hate directed at her.

Joel headed to where the other four boys sat, he hugged them since it was quite a long time since they last met after he had gone abroad to further his studies. Joel took a sit next to Ben, Kevin's bodyguard and brother but seeing him feeling a little uncomfortable, he sat directly opposite to him. Bella excused herself to use the washroom, but Kevin thought maybe she was running away from him, so he held her back, and just before she could explain herself, she threw up on him! Everything went to a halt at that very moment, Sharon and Akira, who were earlier on clapping, remained dumbfounded, mouths agape, seems like they were in really big trouble for this.

Everyone else starts discussing logistics again, but neither of them moves. Ethan’s voice echoes in her mind: Don’t get too caught up in old memories, Rae. She forces herself to look away. Hours later, she’s at lunch with Lila, her best friend, the only person who’s seen her unravel and not walked away. “You’re pale,” Lila says, stirring her coffee. “And don’t tell me it’s just work.” Rae gives a humorless laugh. “It’s... complicated.” “Complicated like taxes, or complicated like emotional masochism?”

“I’ll never forgive you.” I trembled, clutching my bag against me like a shield. The test result pressed hard against my palm inside, a secret I wasn’t ready to share—not now, not like this. “Adrian, please,” I whispered. “I just… I just wanted to see you happy.” His laugh was bitter, sharp as broken glass. “Happy? By humiliating me? Happy? With you?” “I—I only wanted to surprise you. I thought you’d be happy.” “Happy?” He gave a bitter laugh, his mouth twisted cruelly. “The only thing I felt when you walked into that building was shame.” My heart dropped.

They were holding a bouquet of flowers, their faces full of joy and excitement. "Sweetheart, you're finally home!" Mom rushed over and threw her arms around me. My nose stung. Tears welled up in my eyes as I choked, "Mom, I missed you so much." Dad came over too, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You're home now. That's all that matters." The three of us hugged tightly, like we were trying to make up for the six years we'd missed. Just then, my phone rang again. An unfamiliar number flickered on the screen.

We were seated around the tiny wooden table in the sunroom—because the kitchen was still in banana-recovery mode—surrounded by mismatched plates and a pitcher of orange juice that Jace had spilled twice already. Nathan was in his high chair, happily slapping the tray like he was summoning a waiter. “Okay, I’m going in,” Jace declared, dramatically raising a spoonful of overcooked scrambled eggs toward Nathan. “Operation: Feed the Beast.” Nathan opened his mouth. Then, with precision only an infant could manage, sneezed directly into the spoon. Jace froze. “I have been humbled.” “Welcome to the trenches,” I said, sipping cold coffee like it was a fine vintage.

In the end, against everyone's expectations, Sharon once again walked away with first place. Instead of humiliating her, Nate had unknowingly handed her another round of free publicity. His livestream exploded. Comments and gift effects filled the screen like fireworks, flooding faster than the app could keep up. Nate had prepared meticulously for this. He had used his best-performing phone and made sure the connection was flawless. He'd been determined that when the audience laughed at Sharon—when she made a fool of herself—there wouldn't be a single lag, no black screens, no interruptions.