Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I pounded on it as hard as I could. "Let me out." On my final hit, the doorknob turned. I stepped back as the door swung open. It was the stranger from last night. "Good morning, flower," he said. Shame was a cruel thing. It robbed you of your sense of worth, and the worst kind of shame was the one you felt in front of the very person who caused it. Just remembering the previous night made heat rush to my face. My thighs still ached, and the memories refused to leave me.

Elara sat across from Corvan in the quiet of his study, the report between them, and let the moment hold its weight without rushing to fill it. "You are ashamed of your first thought," she said finally. "I want you to understand something about that. Shame is useful. It tells you something. But it is also not the most important thing in this room right now, and if you let it become the most important thing, it will do exactly what your first instinct wanted to do, just from a different direction."

He had already been here. "Silas had her, Papa," I said, watching him work. He looked up at me, his face slick, and grinned. "I can smell him on her," he said, and then he smiled back at me with that look of absolute, shameless pride. People always wondered why the Schmidts were untouchable, why we moved through the world like we owned it, but they never understood that we have no shame. We are completely, utterly shameless. I lie down on the damp ground, the leaves crunching beneath my back. I put saliva on my cock, slicking it for what was coming. Eden moved instinctively, climbing on top of me, facing away so she was giving me her ass. I guided my cock to her entrance and slid inside her

The digital silence felt like a heavy stone on my chest. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. I felt exposed, fragile, and more awake than I had been in years. The life I was supposed to lead,the football, the family name, Eleanor’s cool, predictable beauty, felt like a costume I could no longer zip up. The shame wasn't about the act; the shame was about the desire. The shame was realizing that the man who held my fate in his hands was the only person who made me feel like I was actually breathing.

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?!"

"Nobody is allowed to help her! Let her stay out there and think about what she's done! This is what happens when she doesn't follow the rules!" Startled, Matt quickly pulled his head back in and slammed the window shut with a bang. I stood outside the locked iron gate, staring at the building that had once been home. The lights on the 12th floor were on, with two silhouettes snuggling together against the curtains. So, Leigh had already moved in. They were enjoying the spoils of victory in their warm room, while I was left homeless on this cold night with Munchkin, who was barely ten days old.

My voice becomes shaky, and I find myself squeezing Chris’ hands tighter. ‘You’re doing great. I’m right here, honey,” he gently soothes in my mind. All around I can hear the enraged whispers and shocked and disgusted faces. I want to run and hide from them, and I can feel the shame creeping up, but I force myself to remember Chris’ words. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I did nothing wrong, what happened was not my fault. It doesn’t speak to who I am as a person but what kind of a monster he was. I won’t live my life in fear and shame anymore.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to take my parents and disappear. At least, I hope they’ll be okay with tomorrow. It might be the day after, but either way, I’m not going to be here anymore. Not in this house. Not with you. Your granny told me I’d have my money by tomorrow morning and the fake IDs she’s setting up. She’s working her magic tonight. So…why not? We’re never going to see each other again. We’re grown people with our heads on straight, and it would just be scratching an itch. I’m going to have to go into hiding for a long time, and well, maybe we’ve both already been hiding for a good long while.” “Oh. Oh, goodness,” I choke. Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. A beautiful woman with her very

Chapter 5 - Please Just Let Me Go LENA I shoved him away the instant the door flew open behind me, stumbling back in a rush of shame. My skin burned hot, like fire under my uniform. My cheeks felt like they were glowing, and I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I bowed my head low, as if the floor could swallow me whole and hide me from the mess I’d walked into. I pressed a hand over my face, wishing I could vanish. Why had this happened? Why had I ended up like that, so close to him? Now they’d all see me as some cheap girl, throwing herself at the first man who looked her way.