Tony Shameless Novels & Stories

"Nothin', no. She tried to feel me up a bit, but I stopped it. I booked it outta there when she wouldn't stop, even after I told her about you. Man, that infuriated me, too. O-one more thing, not sure if I should say it, but she asked who I was with, and I… I h-hesitated. I got embarrassed... that I'm with you, and... I'm disgusted with myself for bein' so conflicted... and, fuck... ashamed…" "Isn't that how it should be? We all suffer through doubts, insecurities, and failures, yet we still grow into better people regardless. You too will grow past it. Be conflicted! That's a'ight! Continue waverin' and doubtin'. Be ashamed with everything you got! That's what it means to be human, and it's

What trophy?" Christy raised her head in confusion and saw Tony slowly begin to unbutton his shirt. Christy screamed with one hand holding her towel, she could still feel the pain from their lovemaking of the previous night and she was afraid of experiencing any pain. " You beast, why are you suddenly undressing, leave me alone," It was an unprecedented experience for Tony to be called a beast but he was not angry, he laughed instead. He thought she was shy, " Hmm! Are you shy now? Come and see what you have done!"

No scandal except for the recent one," Liam gulped at last because Kyle glared at him. It was true that he had taken advantage of Ashlyn and raped her, but at that time, Liam also had his part. Kyle asked him about the girl he met in the garden, but Liam thought he was asking about Helen, who went to meet him, so he gave him Helen's information that she was a slut, throwing herself on rich men. Kyle's blood boiled; he thought a girl like her, with low character and low self-esteem, defamed him with a letter. Kyle thought that maybe the letter Ashlyn wrote herself and blamed Kyle. Because of that misunderstanding, he lost his self-control. But now, Ashlyn was his wife and his life, so he woul

Of course I’ll be worst than someone going through a heart break! Tony sighed deeply. Here comes another drama of the day. “Alas! I’m not her favorite sibling after all, she only pretends to love me!” Alas! I now know the truth! He said in a British accent, reminding me of Shakespeare’s play. I love you and I love Tonia too, I’d be worried if you left home and can’t reach you. “You guys are all I have!” I know Tonia is strict with me and I understand her perfectly well.

He grinned broadly when he saw Kate. “You are incredibly beautiful, Kate,” he said with admiration. “Thank you, Tony,” she grinned. “You don’t look bad yourself. You must have been a heartbreaker in your youth.” Tony chuckled shyly. “I wasn’t,” he said. “I was a bit timid in my younger years. I was a nerd.” Kate giggled. “I believe you. You’re too proper and nice to have broken anyone’s heart.” “You make me sound like an angel,” Tony protested playfully.

Then handed them to me. “You're in luck. Tony meets up with his mistress at Time's pleasure Hotel today. Go there in an hour.” “These men are all the same,” I could only mumble, shaking my head. Tony has a very humble wife. I've met her a few times and she is the sweetest. But now he cheats on her? That poor soul. “His wife is pregnant. Do whatever you like with this information. But make sure it benefits DAHL.” ***”*******

She snapped at Tasha. "Tasha, how can you talk to your dad like that? Apologize, now!" Tasha rolled her eyes and unwillingly muttered a stiff, "Sorry." Laura Heptinstall, Sharon's best friend, couldn't help commenting, "Alright, alright. We get it. You two are in love. No need to show off. Why yell at the kid?" Sharon shot her a look, clearly proud. "Please. You're just jealous I have such a handsome, thoughtful husband. I'll show off all I want. I'm a proud wife. I could show him off a million times a day."

Harvey's tone was dripping with disdain, as if the woman he'd publicly humiliated was merely an embarrassment to him. I looked down. My baby, Munchkin, was sleeping fitfully in my arms with her small brow furrowed. A searing pain shot up from my pubic symphysis with every step, each one an agony. But instead of retreating, I pushed open the ajar door. The conversation inside ceased instantly. The room was hazy with smoke. Harvey was lounging on the couch, his legs crossed. Across from him, the female officer, Leigh Nicholson—the one who had posted the sweating emoji in the group chat—was peeling an orange.

I responded, crossing my arms as I looked at him. I noticed that Laurence knitted his brows for a second, but he instantly shifted his eyes on the menu in his hands. He put it aside and turned back to me with a gentle expression in his eyes. "Hannah, don't be too hard on me. I know that I was wrong. I'm sorry for what happened during our last date. I acted immaturely." He spoke gently. But I couldn't feel the sincerity in his tone, same with the first time. I felt that the words didn't come from his heart.