Which Shameless Came First Novels & Stories

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

Friendly overtures, attempts to prove she was not a crazy sex fiend. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she told herself. Just because her relationship did not look like most everyone else’s did not make it bad. Compared to some so-called normal relationships, hers was far healthier for everyone involved. But stuck in her head was the image from a movie she had once seen where a crowd of scandalized people had hissed and pointed at the heroine: Shame! Shame on you! Shame! “Why are we stopping?” Alexei was immediately alert, sliding along the seats to the driver’s window and pulling it open. “What is up?”

"And as always, my little pee slut.. If you want more, you're going to have to let me hear you beg for it.." Clara woke up violently, as if she had been shook by an incredible force. She tried to remember where she was. Her heart was beating a million beats a second, and she was drenched in sweat. Her bed was so wet, it was as if someone had thrown a bucket over her in her sleep. She was crying - sobbing - and her pussy seemed to ache. The shame she felt was otherworldly. Her breath was gone and she attempted to find it again, gasping for air. But none of that mattered. Her cheeks were burning bright, and she had the biggest and naughtiest smile on her face. This time, she pushed her shame a

The shame I feel is beyond measure. Elijah stood up and I still couldn't move from my position as if all my joints were locked. Elijah was quick and he wiped my bottom with a warm and wet cloth. My shame only intensified! After he did that, he went back to the bathroom so I quickly fixed myself and covered myself with a blanket. That's not to say I didn't like what he did. But my shame, it's embarrassing. I feel like jumping off the highest cliff now because of shame. How can other couples overcome this embarrassment? Especially when it's their first time? Why does it seem like there is nothing for them while I almost drown in shame?

I opened slowly. “Madam, I found this under the coach. I think it is yours.” She told me. She was holding my underpants! I was shocked and equally ashamed. “Thank you.” I told her, took it from her and she went away. I was left wondering whether that was enough for her to suspect anything. =======

"You can't keep pretending you're straight. You're mine, and I'm fμcking you good." I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. My pu$$y clenched despite my shock. I had read about Grayson's shamelessness... the public sex, the lack of boundaries and all of that shit. But seeing it was different. The shameless sight suddenly dragged me back to four months ago. To Damian, how he fu¢ked me senseless in places like this. To the night Damian fucked my ass for the first time. I blinked back the tears quickly. "Mr. Grayson," I said, stepping forward. "I'm here. Can you focus for a fucking minute?"

"Who is shameless? You whore!" Kimberly picked up her drink and brought her steps closer to Sera, who stood at her position. Sera was shocked when Kimberly poured the drink on Sera's face and onto her clothes. "Damn you!" cursed Sera. "That's the reward for a shameless woman like you." Kimberly looked at everyone who looked awkward. "Listen, everyone, I'm not Cinderella. I'm not innocent and stupid like the princess in the fairy tale. So don't expect me to let you play victim to me!" After saying that, Kimberly left the cafeteria in a hurry.

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.

It has been two hours since Amy is back in the city and gave an immediate appearance before media quoting everything happened in the last five months, “Alex is my friend. He is terribly hurt due to the accident. I still remember him when he was on the hospital bed with several cables attached to his body. Celia is my step sister. Unlike me, she has no interest in business or fame. She led a simple life. I have known her all my life. The news of Alexander’s accident devastated her. As a family, it was upon Xavier’s and my shoulders to take care of everything. For you, we look like liars. But we have to look upon hundreds of lives and our own empire we built. Every human protects what we care

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.