Vee Shameless Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Do you understand? You have dragged us into filth, Elara. You have made us laughable. We who are Vales. You shame me, you shame your mother, and you shame the blood of your forebears who bled to keep this pack whole.” His words settled over me like a cloak woven from nettles. I opened my mouth, but no words came. Because the truth was, I did understand. I understood too well. Shame was stitched into my very skin. But it was not just my shame—it was his, and hers, and the pack’s, and Caelan’s, though he carried it like a crown instead of a curse.

It wears perfume and silk dresses, and it smiles so sweetly no one sees the knife until it’s pressed to the skin. I instinctively let out a small laugh at something Vee had just said over the phone, my hand rising to cover my mouth even though no one else was around to hear. It was a habit I’d picked up during my brief stay in Korea — small gestures that made me look more refined, more delicate. People underestimated a woman who giggled behind her hand. I found it useful. “That’s the truth, girl,” Vee continued, her voice crisp with amusement. “They’re all wannabes. Always putting on some holy act for everyone, like they’ve got hearts of gold. The funny part is, it never gets them anywhere.”

Every time we were together, Noah had lingered there. It turned out that spot reminded him of his first love. Every bit of tenderness I'd believed in had been an illusion. The truth struck me like a bolt of lightning. I let out a hollow laugh and went straight to the hospital that night to have the mole removed. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed as soon as I got home. In a fitful sleep, Noah's face kept appearing and fading away. All that remained was his voice, scolding me, calling me shameless.

"Do you want me to list all the things you've done and put them on the internet for everyone to see your true self?" Francis asked, taking slow, purposeful strides toward Elsie as he remained mute. Standing next to them, Fay nodded. "I believe that recommendation is sound. When dealing with shameless individuals, we ought to employ their own strategies against them.” "You, you..." Elsie was so furious that he was at a loss for words. He appeared as repulsive as someone who had been constipated for days, with his face turning a terrible shade of green and purple.

She crossed the room and slapped me so hard that I almost hit against the wall. “How dare you speak of the company after all the mess you created!” she screamed. “That company is in my care now, with Cassandra by Kael's side, things will flow in massively. You? You’d destroy everything your father built!” My cheek burned. Tears stung, but I refused to let them fall. “I have no scent doesn't make me a dumb brain mother. It is mine,” I insisted. Selene’s voice was harsh. “You are nothing. You were born cursed. You bring shame to this family every time you breathe.”

When I didn't respond, Susan took it as proof she had exposed my lie. "If you really were Gladys, would your sister be reduced to begging for food?" she mocked. "All it takes is one glance to see what people like you are. You can wear all the designer clothes you want, but you still look cheap." Then, she glared at the event coordinator, who had rushed over. Her voice was sharp as she spat, "And you! My son pays you, but this is how you do your job? How dare you let trash like this walk in? Trust me—one phone call, and I'll have every last one of you replaced!"

Val finally spoke up. "You know what? I'm not as hungry anymore." I tilted my head back and slightly to the side. I took in her appearance but my mind was calculating. "I think you should get dressed Vee, you've been wandering around another man's house underdressed for far too long. What do you think?" She passed her hands through her hair and then tightened her robe, grateful that it was longer than the shorts. Hurrying past me, I caught her arm and brought her close to me.

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

Lauren's pov I stood there like a fool, the moment her question popped up I had no idea what to say, my heart dropped into my stomach and now all I felt was shame. I had just embarrassed my own friend in front of everyone, and now all eyes were on me. The shame felt like a new dress– tight and heavy with a bridal shawl. I turned to Vivian , as I tried to apologise. “Vivian…I'm sorry, I didn't mean–”

"I look like a fucken whale..." I groaned stuffing another spoon of ice cream in my mouth... "My hot fucken whale.." Vee said and I rolled my eyes and stuffed another spoon full of ice cream in my mouth. Vee took the bucket, "baby this is too cold.. don't get my children cold..." I rolled my eyes again, I think my hormones were messing with me, "are they the only thing you care about?" She laughed, "are you jealous of your own children woman?"