Shameless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After hearing that my son was getting engaged, I immediately returned to the country to prepare the engagement party for him. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I made a post online asking for advice. [Would this engagement gift look sincere enough?] The post included a selfie of me standing in front of a pile of engagement gifts. It quickly went viral, and the comments poured in. [This is way too sincere!] [That's at least $400,000 worth of gifts. The groom must really value you. You're so lucky, sis.] [Where do you even find a god-tier husband like this?!] … Only after reading the comments did I realize the netizens had misunderstood. Just as I was about to explain that I had prepa

After Emily's heartbreaking birthday party, Sandra invited Emily for a one-week Christmas holiday in her father's mansion. Emily's fiancé, Desmond, celebrated her childhood friend Tricia at Emily's birthday party and made her look like a shameless guest. To help Emily recover from the heartbreak, she invited her to her father's mansion for a one-week Christmas holiday. When she arrived and met her best friend single dad, she lost her home training. She couldn't control herself. As forbidden as it looks, she wanted to have him all for herself. She wanted him to claim and use her as he wished. She was ready to risk her friendship with Sandra and have what her body desires. Before

I went on a graduation trip with my boyfriend, Marcus Hale, only to have my shameless roommate, Vanessa Quinn, tag along. On the way to Rybia, our plane was caught in violent turbulence and plunged toward the Egete Ocean. Because of a malfunction, only half the oxygen masks dropped. The spiteful Vanessa snatched the oxygen mask meant for a Rybian socialite, Layla Al-Farouq. Unable to stand by, I shared mine with the woman, saving her life. After the emergency landing, her powerful oil tycoon husband, Khalid Al-Farouq, adopted me as his goddaughter out of gratitude, while throwing the vicious Vanessa into the Kibera Slums. Later, I married Marcus, but on the day we went skydiving, he sudd

I enjoyed playing scratch-off tickets. I felt restless if I did not scratch one for a single day. After becoming familiar with the shop owner, I always scratched first and paid later. One day, the scratch-off ticket I took revealed a million-dollar prize. The shop attendant, Chloe Byrne, snatched the ticket from my hand. “You never paid for this scratch-off ticket! Taking it without asking makes you a thief! But look, I’m in a good mood right now, so I can’t be bothered to argue with you. Just get out of here.” Her straight-up robbery act nearly made me laugh. “I scratched this ticket! You saw the big prize and decided to claim it as your own. That makes you the real thief.” Chloe was

Sera knows she's the worst kind of woman. She's sleeping with her sister's husband, sneaking into his study while her own husband waits at home, moaning a name that isn't his. She's disgusting, shameless, and everything her family always said she was. But she can't stop. When Dax touches her, she finally feels alive. When he's inside her, she finally feels whole. The wrongness makes it hotter, the guilt makes it sweeter, and she would rather burn in this sin than go back to being numb. Then she learns why their bond, although forbidden, felt so right. Dax was supposed to be hers. Her twin sister saw the mate bond form and stole it before Sera could understand what she lost.

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn

To help Sean pay off his high-interest loans, I sold my house. He hugged me tightly, crying, and promised to marry me on next year's Valentine's Day. It happened to be Valentine's Day when I paid off the last of his debt. However, what I saw shattered me—he was in bed with another woman. He arrogantly mocked me: "What are you staring at? You're not much different from her, are you? Go buy some rubbers for us." That's when it hit me—he had lied to me. Later, I agreed to marry the man my parents had chosen for me before they passed away. On the wedding day, Sean and his friends came to mock me: "Ella, do you think that I'll marry you if you just wear a wedding dress and follow me around?

Daisy Brown has one rule about Dexter Hart, stay away from him. He is her best friend’s older brother, a shameless rake who collects women and leaves them without a second thought. Easy enough to avoid. Until a tipsy night during her staycation at Ivy’s apartment lands her in his bed and turns everything upside down. She calls it a mistake. He calls it a beginning. Dexter doesn’t do commitment. He watched his parents’ marriage collapse and decided love was a losing game. But Daisy is different and that terrifies him more than he will ever admit. Now they are living under the same roof, pretending nothing happened, while everything crackles between them. With Casper King steady, warm,

One day, in the school's group chat, I accidentally revealed that I was the daughter of Sanfiric Inc.'s chairman. Out of nowhere, Sally jumped in with a scathing remark: [Do you have no shame? Clinging to some random man and calling him ‘Dad' just because you're desperate to be an heiress. Have you lost your mind?] Her accusation left me completely baffled. I didn't even bother responding, but she wasn't about to let it go. She bombarded the chat with photos and videos, all claiming to prove that she was the real heiress. In a video she shared, she was clinging to my father's arm, acting sweet and coy. I stared at the screen in shock, my mind reeling. Before I could even process what

"No! Please" "Please, don't touch me down there, Jian Ying" I said to him with a rather high tone. He looked me straight in the eye with his hand still on my thigh and replied. "I like it there!" "You...you can't do that" I wriggled out of his hold and that got him angry. "You are my wife and every single part of your body is mine! Including...down there! So keep that mouth shut! Spread your legs wide for me and lie there!" He shouted at me with a serious expression. I had never seen anyone who was more shameless than him. "I'm not your wife yet Jian Ying and besides, I'm still young" I was perspiring all over. He smirked at me and said with his dominant voice. "Oh, yes you are!" "Y