Embarrassment Inside Novels & Stories

he corrected. I felt embarrassed but held it in.

I wanted to say something, to apologize, but my throat felt tight, my voice trapped beneath the weight of my embarrassment. I lowered my head to the ground, trying to hide my face in shame. The weight of my embarrassment felt heavy on my shoulders, and I wished I could just disappear. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a pair of polished leather shoes and elegant heels stepping closer until they stopped right in front of me.

It made no sense. I wasn't a man who acted on impulse. Every move I made was calculated. Every word I spoke had a purpose. Yet somehow, the moment I looked at Reneta, all that discipline disappeared. It was as if her lips had been calling to me and I hadn't possessed enough strength to resist. The memory replayed itself over and over in my head, and every single time it ended the same way with her pushing me away. The embarrassment hit me harder than I expected. I couldn't remember the last time I had actually felt embarrassed. It wasn't an emotion I was familiar with. Anger, irritation, dominance, control. those I understood. Embarrassment? That was new.

All that time, he had been holding onto the truth like some arrogant bastard who enjoyed watching people drown in their own humiliation. I stare at him, my mouth slightly open, my brain completely empty of words. Nothing comes out. Not a single coherent thought can make it from my head to my tongue. Everything has gone from awkward to absolutely, unbearably, completely fucking awkward. Now I’m just standing here like a statue while my heart slams against my ribs hard enough for me to feel the pulse in my throat, my temples, even the tips of my fingers. A shiver races from the base of my skull all the way down my spine as embarrassment sinks deep into me, twisting tighter and tighter around m

As for me, I decided to head back to my cubicle and overthink the hell out of everything again. It's torture! It's absurd. I can't properly grasp on the fact that... Oh, I don't even want to admit to myself. It's so fucked up. I feel so embarrassed, ashamed. I can't believe it, so I stormed out of that room last night. And since last night, I started feeling this ineffable impropriety. I just wanted to disappear, to drift away, to get swallowed by whatever devouring monster it could be. Oh, God.

Dead. There’s a point in self embarrassment where you stop feeling anything at all and don’t even care anymore. This was what I was experiencing at this moment. I had embarrassed myself to such an extent that I had stopped comprehending human emotions. Perhaps I’d hit a fuse within the nerves and stopped functioning entirely. “Maybe it didn’t happen? Maybe it was my imagination?” I mutter as I open the door. Thankfully there was no one inside so I could simply head to the washroom.

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.

A suffocating wave of embarrassment washed over Jamie, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable as she stared fervently at the video, unable to move or do anything to stop it. She looked towards George, and when their eyes met, their hearts sank, and their faces became a canvas displaying a painful mix of shame and regret. Each glance from the guest felt like a piercing dagger, a judgment boring into their souls. Their bodies instinctively curl inward, as if trying to shrink away from the harsh reality unfolding before them. They desperately yearn for an escape, an invisible cloak to shield them from the public scrutiny that now engulfs their every step. Their hearts raced, and their palms

He quietly said after a moment, making me stop and gawk at him like a total moron, feeling that burning heat creeping up my neck and face, my heart starting to pound faster and faster with every passing second. Never in my life have I ever felt more embarrassed. Those fucking blabbering bitches! Awkwardly clearing my throat, I slowly let go of his vest and dragged my hands over it in a stupid attempt to smooth out the crinkles, giving him a forced smile as I sweetly said, "Should we go inside?"

Like a thirsty teenager who’s never seen a shirtless man before. I snap out of it with a jolt and glance around to make sure no one noticed, my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Shit. Scolding myself, I quickly turn and walk into the building, heart racing like I’ve just been caught doing something illegal. Which, technically, I almost was. What the hell is wrong with me?