Shameless Wattpad Novels & Stories

A shape moved within the writhing folds of the world now bubbling up to the surface, and with the words came a voice Beatrice had heard before, the voice of the thing that professed to be Dorsal Finn itself. ‘You have failed me, minion,’ it said. ‘I revoke my power in return. And those who have betrayed my trust shall now be forfeit.’ The very air appeared to fold in on itself, great waves that clutched the shaman who carried on screaming until his mouth was full of the substance bubbling around him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his neck snapped with an audible crack that rose above even the gun battle from the tunnel. Shocked, Beatrice watched the life disappear from his ey

"No sweetheart, I am saying that you are not going to like the thought of us being apart. And when we are apart you are unfortunately going to be miserable until we are back in each other's arms." Listening to Atlas talk about all of this is a lot for me to take in all at once. I have so many questions that I am not sure where to start. I think that I am shocked that the supernatural world is real. Maybe that is why I was so drawn to it in the books that I read. Perhaps that is why I finally feel like I am understood when I read about the supernatural world in the books that I read. Is it wrong that I'm curious about where this is going to lead my life? Will knowing about this part of me be

“You stole his company, his mansion, his legacy—everything—and you want to pretend you deserve it?!” The comments were rolling in faster than Alaya could even read: "Wait… Alaya owns the Westwood mansion??” “Isn’t she the girl he cheated with?” “This is so messy " “Janelle’s so brave to confront her like this!” “She forged the will?!? She’s disgusting!” Janelle shoved the phone closer to Alaya’s face, the front camera inches from her skin. “Admit it! Admit you faked everything!” Alaya had had enough.

I was Kane Rivers, the legendary bachelor, the man who ruled with precision, who carried every responsibility without complaint. At first, I didn’t notice him. The ritual drew my attention: Mike’s posture, the priests’ chants, the rising tension of the pack, the fire snapping against the night. My wolf twitched beneath my skin.Then, through the corner of my vision, I caught movement. Just a human boy, leaning against the edge of the clearing, too casual. Shawn Miles. My nephew’s human best friend.

His expression darkened as something ugly flashed in his eyes. He walked towards her, a smile creeping on his face. “You are stubborn and I don't like stubborn women.” he paused then continued. “But don't worry, I like you and I will tame you.” He lurched forward and ripped her clothes. The fabric tore violently, the sound resonated across the fall corners of the wall. Naomi gasped as cold chills brushed her skin that had been covered moments ago. The humiliation hit her so deep that she wished the ground to open up and swallow her, forever burying her underneath.

I stomped towards the door and yanked it open, I am having a sour mood and I probably will have God knows till when. " Raise and Shine, Sunshine!" Izzy waltzed into my apartment like a crazed woman, she is my only good friend other than other guys who are with me in the course, and these two years she didn't let me feel the loss of Joanna and she is literally the cheery bird and an extrovert who sees good in everything. Joanna and Izzy are so opposite, one is a grumbling mess with a short temper and the other is patient and cheerful but still, they become good friends and I am happy that she is our friend.

Shameless. It felt like it had been years since I'd actually breathed and let myself go. Priam had said something in the passing. I needed to strip myself of all feeling, all attachments before I could find that well within myself. Then acceptance would help me tap from it. I wondered if it was possible to strip myself bare. I felt too much. Everytime I did try to... strip, I saw them and I closed up. I couldn't face it. Them. Not yet. It was too much and it was easier to shove it in a box and lock it up.

Leah’s POV So, I wasn’t really going to tell them, even if they were the nicest people ever. I was ashamed. It was the first time I actually admitted to myself that I was ashamed that I was rejected. When I was a young omega, I daydreamed, just like all the other girls, about finding my perfect mate, falling madly in love, and living happily ever after. That daydream was crushed the moment my destined mate called me a useless omega. I still remember the ice running through my veins as shock set in. I waited in shock for him to say the dreaded words. “I reject you,” But he never did.

Maybe I can throw it off a cliff or into a cave, wherever I end up. My wolf, Bree, is silent. Perhaps she has finally fully shunned me too after descending this low. I want to shower, to scrub my skin raw in the hopes I emerge a person that doesn’t reek of shame. It is this shame that makes me scuttle down the stairs. I won’t be saying farewell to Felix, Cherry or Matt. There is nobody to miss me. Just two months ago I was the queen of this fucking campus. People literally begged me to associate with them.

I’m so shy and embarrassed with the whole situation, I find it difficult to speak aloud. “Oh, my God,” Mr. Crawford says, removing his warm hands away from my waist. I stand up straight and turn around, but I don’t look at him. This is too embarrassing for both of us to make eye contact. He doesn’t say anything and walks out of his office. I stand there, shocked. Mr. Crawford thought my ass was sexy and my stupid body liked it.