Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I AM ALREADY SCARED OF MY FUTURE CHILDREN. The_real_prince_charming ... Chloe_awesome_scott OMG! NO! THAT WAS A TYPO! The_real_prince_charming WHY YOU LYING? Chloe_awesome_scott I AM NOT! YOU ARE MESSING WITH MY BRAIN. The_real_prince_charming WELL, THAT'S HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO START. Chloe_awesome_scott ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN? The_real_prince_charming FIRST, IT'S THE BRAIN...THEN, THE HEART...THEN...

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.

Shameless! 'But, his perfume smells of a red rose, it’s very familiar…'

It was suffocating, that I applaud them for this punishment. They won. I only wear a facade in front of Ayana, but I think I seriously forgot the fact that I'm royalty. I am not a princess, but a serving girl. I was now squatting in the kitchen with my face buried in my palms. My heart continued to beat erratically and I could still faintly smell the sardine man. I looked up, but I could only see the white ceiling of the kitchen. I don't know if anyone could hear me, but mama and dada. If you two could hear me, please take me away from here.

She’d survive it again. But first, she needed answers. --- Damien’s office was quiet when she arrived. His assistant’s surprised glance followed her as she passed without a word. The office door slammed open. Damien looked up sharply. “Selena?” She didn’t wait for an invitation. “I’m done,” she said, voice trembling with fury. “Done pretending. Done hiding. Done with the silence.” He stood slowly. “What happened?” She laughed, bitter and raw. “You let Camille humiliate me in front of everyone. She claimed you like some trophy, and you just sat there. Didn’t defend me. Didn’t say a word.”

My consciousness almost bolted out of my body as I sat there in the sofa, dick in hand, and the video still ongoing, not even giving a fuck or two that I had been caught masturbating. I didn't know what gave me the morale, but I knew that I had read somewhere that the only way to not feel shamed is to be shameless, and so I decided to be shameless; I owned nobody no explanation. “ Hey, you back?” I casually asked him as I continued stroking my dick, hoping that he would be the one to feel ashamed and run off. He just stood there, the shock still evident in his face, “ seems like you wanna join me, don't you?” I said, smiling hysterically as I stroked harder, a part of me growing more comfort

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.”

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?”

It has been replaced with concern and worry. The two of us made our way to the den discussing though the link what exactly we were going to tell Dad. All the times we had done things with Heather and been caught, I had never been ashamed of what we had been doing. Embarressed at being caught, oh most definitely, but never ashamed. This? All I feel is shame, disgust and disappointment in myself. Shane POV

Something he had already marked. God help me, I was beginning to crave it. That look. The way he stripped me bare without touching me at all. "Couch. You. Me. Her." Those words looped in my mind, and heat pooled low in my belly—shameless, slick, aching. I turned back to the stairs and forced myself to climb. Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up.