Embarrassed Stories Novels & Stories

The table went quiet in the way that tables go quiet when a question has been asked that everyone was waiting for someone to ask. Margaret lifted her coffee cup. Rosalind smiled pleasantly. Adrian was very still at the far end of the table. I looked at Diana. I looked at the question she was asking, which was innocent on its surface and not innocent at all underneath, and I thought about what I could say and what I could not say and the considerable gap between those two categories. Then I set down my coffee cup. And I smiled. ★★★ "It is actually a rather embarrassing story," I said. "Which probably means I should not tell it. But then the embarrassing ones are always the best ones, aren't t

I tried to sound casual, like I was just making conversation, but I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. ​He didn't look at me, but I saw his lips curl into a smirk. "Something you don't want to know," he replied. ​The tone of his answer only made it worse. I had a nagging, sinking feeling that it was something deeply embarrassing about me one of those childhood stories that you bury deep in your mind and hope everyone else forgets. But curiosity is a persistent thing, and the more he withheld, the more I wanted to know what it was. My mind immediately began a frantic inventory of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Was it the time I tripped during the school play? Or the incident

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

Two Months Later: Emily’s POV It's been two months since the incident. My bruises are starting to get healed. Luckily, my husband didn't notice them as we rarely have sex and he is out of town right now. As I'm recovering, a fear is lingering around. He told me we will fuck after I recover. I'm scared, really very scared, what will Clover do if I refuse him again? Will he punish me, AGAIN? What will he do with me , even if I don't refuse him? Can I trust him? Definitely not , after what he did.

He could hear the faint hum of the crowd, the shuffle of papers, the sound of the host introducing him. “And now, we’d like to welcome Ryan Calloway, a second year student who has shown remarkable courage in sharing his truth through storytelling.” He walked onto the stage. Not shaking this time. Not afraid. He looked out at the sea of faces. He found Daniel near the back row. Marcus beside him. And he began: “For a long time, I didn’t think I had a story worth telling. I thought I was overreacting. Too emotional. Too dramatic. But when someone makes you smaller than you were meant to be, it takes time to remember your full shape again.”

She has such an adventurous spirit and I was shocked with her answers. “What about you? What's your embarrassing moment?” I asked. “Well, that would be when my mum caught touching myself.” I couldn't help but spit out the alcohol from my mouth and burst out laughing. In all my years, I could never have believed that she could do that. She has more balls that let's go. “Stop laughing fool, it was embarrassing, I couldn't look at her for a week.” She looked down shyly, biting her nails.” She was also using it against me and constantly too, she thought it was funny”

He said and held my hand tighter, walking towards the car and opened the door for me to get in. I couldn’t find it in me to talk, I remember working at the coffee as a waiteress and mistakenly giving a customer a wrong order, she splashed the coffee right on my face but I took it as ‘one of those things’ but today, I felt truly embarrassed., I was not only embarrassed but also ridiculed, I left the only place I called home and now, I am homeless.

That was way different from the look that I used to see in him. “Then, just deny it to him just like how you denied me in front of Eva and the rest of her employees.” I couldn’t guess if he was serious or was trying to pull a trick on me again. Guilt kicks me. I realized he was embarrassed way back at the boutique, but he keeps his cool. But hey! Is that my fault? It's his fault why he got embarrassed. He was making stories, and that's what he gets in return. “What were you thinking in making such stories like that?” I annoyingly asked, kicking my guilt away.

Ayesha said excitedly ****** I stuffed my mouth with pringles as I chatted with the GoodNovel writers I just meant on the Face-book group chat, they were really cracking me up. We all talking about our most embarrassing moment. I chuckled loudly as I read Anna's reply. Anna: I slapped my lab partner's ass today, I was so embarrassed. I saw an ant on it and I stupidly hit him right on his ass. And guess what the ant was nowhere to be found. That reply had about thirty laughing reactions.