Vee Shameless Novels & Stories

Elara sat across from Corvan in the quiet of his study, the report between them, and let the moment hold its weight without rushing to fill it. "You are ashamed of your first thought," she said finally. "I want you to understand something about that. Shame is useful. It tells you something. But it is also not the most important thing in this room right now, and if you let it become the most important thing, it will do exactly what your first instinct wanted to do, just from a different direction."

Alex decided to talk madly at her this time around. “It’s you as woman that should be avoiding me, feeling shame to see me, trying all possible means to avoid be encounter with me. Instead, I was the one doing that. DON’T YOU HAVE A SHAME?” Alex was yelling loudly at her. The walkway had been blocked by Alex and Sadie, so Hakeem and co were unable to excuse them. They stood rooted behind Alex and looking at them. “What am I even saying? DOES WHORE USE TO HAVE SHAME!” Alex uttered in loud tone.

Shameless! “What? Wait, is this you? Or did you have a bad day? I can brighten you up. Feel this…” She grabs my hand and presses it on her almost naked boob. “I want to feed you the best meal you have ever had with anyone tonight, baby. Shall we?”

Vicky's Journey from Shame to Empowerment in the Arms of Maya . Vicky did not flinch this time. The shame was still there, a constant companion, but it was now intertwined with a strange, fierce pride in his wife's power and a relief at having a clear instruction.

Just twenty minutes ago, Keegan was bargaining with Vermont on the phone while sitting in his car. "I reached home at three thirty in the morning yesterday just to tail that person for you! Ten thousand? Am I a beggar to you? At least one million!" Keegan's eyelid twitched. "A million? Do you even deserve it?" Vermont could only get along so well with Keegan solely because of how shameless he could be. What Keegan said hurt his self-esteem a bit.

"See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?" Each word echoed through hundreds of speakers, accompanied by Harvey's disgusting, mocking laughter. Immediately after, a photo of me breastfeeding, looking disheveled and clearly taken without my knowledge, popped up in the corner of the screen. Even though my face was blurred, the caption cut like a knife into anyone who still had a shred of decency. "So this is the kind of man you chose as one of the 'Top Ten Defenders'?" Spencer stood up, holding the laser pointer u

The video showed her silver-blonde head bowed, her lips stretched around me and her eyes fluttering shut in what could only be read as pleasure. I held it up and she froze mid-step. “Look at you, taking my cock so eagerly and enjoying it like a perfect little slut. Who knew?” Her face crumpled in shock, shame and raw panic all twisted into one. She reached for the phone and I lifted it higher.

EVE The act of begging shows little to no mercy. It is based on everything fear, agony, and hopelessness as those who find themselves in such a desperate position are hanging onto a complacent feeling for dear life. In some cases, it works. Whether you're figuratively or physically on your knees, asking another person to complete your partially selfish favors might just work out the way you need it to. The person you're asking might play along because they enjoy being begged. It makes them

It has been replaced with concern and worry. The two of us made our way to the den discussing though the link what exactly we were going to tell Dad. All the times we had done things with Heather and been caught, I had never been ashamed of what we had been doing. Embarressed at being caught, oh most definitely, but never ashamed. This? All I feel is shame, disgust and disappointment in myself. Shane POV

And after last night, after him, I was the weakest thing alive. The grass was still damp beneath my bare feet. I didn’t care. Each step away from the packhouse felt like breathing again, like maybe I could scrape off the shame clinging to my skin. But shame doesn’t wash off. It burns. It burns hotter than tears. Every whisper, every laugh from the night before echoed in my head. Bethelina ’s voice, sweet and venomous,still slithered through my thoughts. Did you really think the Moon’s mistake could make you his equal?