Which Shameless Came First Novels & Stories

Rosaline threatened again. Gerald fell silent again. As he had confessed to Ariana, he and Shelma had a lot of history in the past. But not many people knew that Gerald was the first person who taught Shelma all the mischief she knew. Even when everyone thought Gerald and Shelma only had a teenage love story, it wasn't like that at all. Because Gerald was the one who turned Shelma into the woman she was. He was the first person who...

"What the fuck!!" Allison screamed in outrage as I cut off her live video. I stood my ground, staring at her with disbelief and disgust. "What the fuck? So you think you have the right to say that after what you did? You should be ashamed of yourself for stooping so low. I thought you were classy, always carrying yourself with grace. But now I see the truth - you're not classic at all; you're just a shame, Allison. A shame," I spat out, my words sharp with condemnation.

“Ha ha ha ha…” “Ha ha ha ha ha…” Joseph Dunn scrunched up his brows at Jane Dunn’s abnormal behavior. “Don’t you feel ashamed at all! This filthy money! Don’t you feel shameful for using this money!” “You’re laughing? Do you even have a sense of shame! How can you even have the nerve to laugh?” “No!” Jane Dunn roared all of a sudden. Her gravelly voice roared, “I’m shameless! Neither do I have a sense of shame! Yes, I’m the prostitute that you say I am!”

She asked with an almost smile, “Please tell me how I’m being shameless. Is it by placing bids or donating money? Or perhaps…” Her voice became low as she enunciated, “Or perhaps I’m shameless for stealing Ms. Sharon’s opportunity to boast, and that’s why you’re cursing me?” The faces of the Lanes went pale. Meanwhile, the bystanders suddenly made a realization. It seemed that, by spending a little money, Sharon would be able to buy back her reputation by winning the bids for the items. But North unexpectedly showed up. Since Sharon could not bear to spend too much money but could not let go of her pride, she hurled abuse at North and called her shameless.

He had asked towering over her with the corner of his lips curved into a mocking smirk that only brightened when she nodded her yes. "That's fine by me, but When next we are doing it you better don't pass out ." he watched her face turn pink before she hurriedly stood up and started running while boldly reprimanding him " I should have known you are this shameless!!, saying such a thing in broad daylight, I'd better run far away from you before I end up as shameless as you. I read somewhere that shamelessness can be contagious. " He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, he could never forget how cute she was back then, his only regret was not taking any pictures of her.

I fire, grabbing the box from her. "I actually want to see your shameless face daily from now on. How are you going to face everyone from today, huh?" "I have nothing to be ashamed of." I retort. "Really? As far as I know, I am not the shameless bitch that fucks two men at the same time. Nor am I that shameless bitch that caused chaos in such a distinguished place. You could have been more decent to parade your immoral behaviour somewhere...cheap, like you." I spring to my feet, and stroll to her. Cheap, she said?

No one has ever slapped her or said something like this. “Hey, mister. Control your tongue and think before you say something like this about me, when you know nothing about me. I’m not a slut or someone you think I’m. That was my first kiss, which I gave you because of some stupid dare. But I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” Ashlyn placed her palm on her right cheek where he had slapped her. The pain was still there and her eyes had filled with tears. She tried her best to control them, but it didn’t work.

His voice carried through the silence, stern yet deliberate. “Do you accept your shame?” Her voice shook, but it was clear: “Yes.” The whip cracked, sharp, echoing against the walls. Her gasp turned into a moan. The room seemed to breathe with her, every sound amplified. I froze in the doorway, heat flooding my cheeks, my thighs pressing together. Shame curled low in my belly — not because of what I saw, but because of how much I wanted to be her. Cassandra’s lips brushed my ear again. “This is only the beginning, Evelyn. Shame here is not punishment. It is freedom.”

He stood there for a second and left the room, closing the door with a bang. The second the door closed my body collapsed to the ground and I started sobbing with anger, hurt, and shame. How can he treat me like this when he has a girlfriend? What does he think about me? Am I going to be his shame forever? I don't want to live like this and I definitely don't want to be a second option.

Shameless: (of a person or their conduct) characterized by or showing a lack of shame; barefaced or brazen Sophia’s POV I shamelessly walked backwards and made my way out of the room. I still can’t believe I just watched my boss get off an unfamiliar, strange woman who everyone kept on mistaking as me. Sitting down on the couch downstairs, it was as if a cold water was poured on my head and I felt so ashamed right now. I mentally cursed out at my subconscious self for not advising me or restricting me from walking into that room.