Vee Shameless Novels & Stories

I really need to know how it tastes. Stopping before me, Mercy’s smile widens. She spreads her arms and clamps me in a hug. “Girl, where in the hell did you hide yourself?” She asks, her voice light and friendly. Unlike Mae who carries herself with pride, Mercy is less prideful and free with people. However, they both have sold their shame away. They don’t mind having sex in someone’s presence. Shame isn’t a word in their dictionary. “Being here and there. You know, work and shit.” I say and she puckers her lips in annoyance.

Even talking about her makes my nerves itch to punch my fist through a wall. She's... Maria, I mutter sourly. I was never able to figure her out. That's a lie. I have Maria figured out to the very last fiber of her existence but speaking shit about Liam's mother behind her back is not up to my reputation. You must have loved her a lot, Vee whispers, taking a step closer and I inhale a delirious scent of her flowery perfume which has a touch of vanilla. My groin tightens as my cock strains against my trousers. Looking at Vee's brilliant eyes does something to my irresponsible libido. The way she asks the question, with a tone of regret as if she is jealous of Maria, doesn't help that either.

Anywhere but here. Even after all I said, still, no one moves or says anything. But I feel it then, shame. It’s so thick in the air that it almost suffocates me. They’re ashamed of themselves or of their alpha, I don’t care, because that’s the best they can offer me, and it’s so pathetic. “You’re all pathetic.”

“If you can’t do it, why bragged earlier?” Esther cut her off without giving her a chance to make excuses. “If you can’t, you’re just slapping your own face. Otherwise, I’ll shout to everyone here that you’re a liar who brags but doesn’t return what she borrows. Didn’t you say I’m shameless?” “Yeah, I’m shameless. Shameless people can do anything. I’ll count to three—if you don’t go get it, I’ll tell everyone what you’re really like! One, two, three!”

he said quietly. I froze. Refused. “And you couldn’t allow that?” I whispered. His eyes held mine, unblinking. “Correct.” The word hit like a door slamming. Josh let out a low whistle. “Damn.” Lily’s lips parted slightly, surprise flickering again. The crowd’s whispering rose like wind. I felt something inside me go eerily still. Because in that moment, the humiliation wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the clarity. Damien didn’t lie.

Trying to wrap shame in elegance while hurrying out, never blends well with heels. Alexa gasped and covered her laugh. Vivienne burst into open laughter. The security officials wanted to pick her up, but she refused. She stood up, another dose of shame hitting her. As she clutched her bag to her chest and went out. “And that is how all of my enemies will be put to shame right before my eyes” Vivienne said and gave a soft scream and burst into hysterical laughter again. “This joy seems a bit too much Vivienne” Alexa chuckled.

P-“Shivay what I’m listening, please don’t tell me you have problem with your little friend down there or don’t you know baby-making process, what an idiotic son I got, dear wait I’ll tell you” SSO-“Mooom, what rubbish are you talking, and you stupid Mali shut your filthy mouth and mom stop talking about that, I don’t have any problem, I know how to make babies too” S-“Shivay, I didn’t know you are this shameless, don’t you know what to talk in front of your parents,” he said controlling his laugh SSO-rolling his eyes “I’m sure dad, I got this trait from you both, when my parents are shameless then how can I have shame”

The moment my finger grazed the screen, a sharp chill ran through me. The message was short but dripping with his usual arrogance and disdain: [Don't bother coming to the alliance banquet. A shameless woman like you doesn't deserve to be seen with me in public.] Shameless? My mind went blank for a second, like I'd just been sucker-punched. What is he even talking about? What exactly have I done that's "shameless"? That simmering anger I'd buried not long ago flared up all over again at his baseless accusations. But then, strangely, another feeling crept in—one of absurdity, and, oddly, relief.

I had promised her mother that I would make everything right. The moment the car vanished over the horizon I felt something like an animal panic, small and pure and structural. It did not come from proof or policy; it came from shame. I had lived long enough to recognize that shame is the cousin of guilt, and both are good company for a man who has been careless. I do not like either of them.

"LMAO I can't with this! That Sa-bitch-na thought she was some hot shit or something. And look at Lucille, just casually slamming a whole box full of notebooks at her!" "This is the classic case of losing more than you've bargained for, suffering a double defeat!" "She deserves no pity from me!" "Great, now Sa-bitch-na will lose what's left of her reputation." "Jeez, I felt secondhand cringe just looking at Ivy and Sabrina through the screen." "My God, how can someone be this shameless?" "Don't back down now, Bree-Bree! Strike back with the stubbornness you had just now!"