Embarrassment Inside Novels & Stories

She was so embarrassed she couldn't look at her. Hazel burst with a snort of laughter when she couldn't take it any longer. She dabbed at her tear-streaked eyes. "I couldn’t believe what happened to you." "Neither did I." She mumbled with resignation. “I'm sorry for laughing. I just couldn't help it.” "I'm not offended at all." Ember assured her. "When I think back on what happened that day, I recall how stupid I am and laugh at myself too." “We all have our own share of embarrassing experiences we don't want to share. Your secret is safe with me.”

The comments kept coming. Hundreds of them. Some of the same girls who used to respect our relationship were now writing paragraphs like they had been waiting for this moment. My heart clenched as if someone was pressing their fingers into it. He was free now. I put the bread down. I wasn’t hungry anymore. I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment , the kind that settles deep in your chest when you realize life is moving without you. I rubbed my forehead slowly, trying to breathe. My mind felt scrambled. I needed to go home. I tipped the waitress and walked to my car , my phone buzzed inside my bag , Clara was calling, I did not want to answer that.

My heart hammered in my chest, my throat tight, but I knew the next words I spoke would change everything. The sound of laughter broke through my dazed thoughts, dragging me out of my trance. My heart stuttered, and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment flooded me. The entire church was looking at me, their smiles sharp and piercing, and I felt as though every inch of me was exposed. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear.

I looked at her in horror as the realization hit me. OH! My God! Is this why he was so frantic at the end of my treatment!? He can smell my arousal!?!? Oh, My God!!!! Oh, My God!!!! “Your face is turning red Jena,” She stared at me while I drowned in embarrassment, “Hey,” I started slumping down into the water, “Don’t be like that!” She tried to grab me from her end. How can I not be like that?!?! I feel so embarrassed!!! This is humiliating. Is this what men feel when they get a boner and someone sees?!?!

Ella I don’t linger in the bathroom. Not even for a second. The moment the door clicks shut behind Beckett, I practically throw my clothes on. My hands shake while I get dressed. Not because I’m cold. Not because I’m scared. Because I’m embarrassed. Mortifyingly, painfully embarrassed. The kind of embarrassment that settles under your skin and refuses to leave. By the time I’m fully dressed, my face is still burning. I grab my towel and practically flee the bathroom.

We are still on the table and my legs are dangling from the table and Noah's wait is on me and he is still inside me. I tried to not make any sound to alert anyone outside this room and I am really thankful that no one barged in on us. Shame and embarrassment started crawling throughout my body for being so easy and forgetting how this male judged me and disrespected me.

However, these days, my embarrassment came from the memory of what Mr Winston and I did in the examining room of his personal doctor. My heart started racing. My cheeks flushed red. I was going to die of an embarrassment so potent, it was searing the skin off my bones. And the only thing that began running through my mind was Oh shit oh shit oh shit HOLY SHIT! WHAT DID I DO?! WHY DID I DO THAT?!

In this emotionally charged situation, Connie felt a mix of embarrassment and deep anger. As she fell, all her confidence seemed to vanish, leaving only awkwardness and frustration. She stared at the floor, unable to lift her head, as if trying to avoid the gazes of those around her. In her mind, a voice whispered. Why did Zack have to grab Emily's arm? Why did he have to get involved in this chaos? Each question only added weight to her heart. The resentment towards Zack and bewilderment at this unexpected situation pulled her deeper into despair.

The room felt too warm, too bright, too much, but at the same time I never wanted to escape it. An embarrassing whimper left me and I clamped my lips together to keep another one from escaping. My grip on Nicholas' hair tightened, awareness that I was arriving ecstasy washing over me like cold water. Raw, wild need pulsed in my centre, promising the release I so desperately wanted. Mortification flared hot under my skin, as I felt myself give way, something moist and hot trickling out of me. My cheeks burned in embarrassment, the wet sensation so filthy and obscene that I instinctively tried to shy away, to hide.

Ember commands once the dress is off, and I'm left standing there in my underwear. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for what lies ahead. My insides churn with a mixture of humiliation and anger as I slowly approach the exit. The thought of walking out wearing nothing but my underwear fills me with a sense of profound discomfort. I grasp the doorknob, but my hand hesitates, unable to find the strength to pull it open. I'm a princess, fuck it. I shouldn't be seen in my underwear.