Vee Shameless Novels & Stories

I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion. "Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, Mr. Harrington, see the truth! Every fingerprint on these scissors belongs to Ryan! Just test them! My loyalty to you is as vast as the sky and as steady as the mountains—why would I ever destroy your gift?" The Sanders family's faces went green. Violet pointed at me in fury. "Pete! Do you have no shame?! Groveling like that brings nothing but disgrace to the Sanders name! What is wrong with you?!"

The dimly lit parking garage beneath the Beverly Hills shopping center felt like a trap waiting to spring. Elara had only stepped away from Jax for two minutes to grab supplies, but Vee Hale was suddenly there, blocking her path with a cruel smile that hadn’t changed since high school. The mean girl looked flawless even under the harsh fluorescent lights, blonde hair perfect, eyes glittering with venom and desperation. “You really thought you could hide forever?” Vee hissed, stepping so close Elara could smell her expensive perfume. “I know what you and your stepbrother have been doing. Fucking like animals while your parents rot in the ground. Disgusting.”

I thought of every school play she'd missed, every scraped knee she'd ignored, every small victory I'd celebrated alone in my room because there had been no one downstairs to share it with. "You are not worthy to be called a mother. Not to me, and not to them. I thought I knew what shameless looked like after dealing with Graham, but your level of shamelessness? I have never seen anything like it in my entire life. You sit there in those ropes, begging for mercy, asking what he offers me?"

Embarrassment barrages down on me as I fall numb from immense shame, feeling my chest crumble to pieces as I sway lazily and fall back with my eyes rolling shut. ~ What’s this soft hair rubbing against my face? Did I win myself a pathetic death from the harassing shame I experienced at that forest and also get this sort of welcome as a bonus? It’s quite befitting though, just that I ruined the epic transformation of my wolf with that lame exit.

“You… you’re shameless.” Seeing her shy expression, Shane could not resist teasing her. He moved his hips slightly, leaning in to whisper in her ear, nibbling gently. “I can be even more shameless. Would Mrs. Ford like to see?”

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

"Why should I be ashamed of my profession? Everything I do is halal and without cheating others," Shane said. Charlotte looked at her husband whose calmness was worth two thumbs up. "You freak! Having such a lowly profession, how come you still look proud," Cecilia said, openly insulting her brother-in-law. Shane smiled faintly and responded, "I am of course proud because even though my position is only that of a shoe repairman but ... I never bother others and I am independent."

My finger flicks the tip where slick precum resides… “Ivy.. ohhh fuck yes. Ivy..” The whisper leaves my mouth. I have sold my shame in the black market. The buyer has buried it in the depths of the ocean. “Ivyyy……”

We both breathe heavily, me covering my face because of shame. 'Score! I knew you had fire in you!' I turned to my side, Vee will kill me if she should ever find out I did this. 'Are you alright?' He asked softly. 'Regretting perhaps?' 'Why won't I regret,' I sobbed. 'You just used me.'

He has to be this over the top amazing, doesn't he? "Ugh, I'm sorry for acting like that too. Just jealousy gets the best out of me," I murmur and purse my lips. "I don't know what got over me. I act as if I am entitled to something, sorry," I cover my face with hands to hide how ashamed I feel. "And the villa is actually pretty dope, we don't have to change places. But we are definitely not going scuba diving. Sharks are sharks. Life-threatening so no, thanks," I then finally crack a smile and feel my skin straining as the tears have left dried off paths.