Embarrassment Inside Novels & Stories

“Oh my G​od. I feel s​o emb‍arras‌sed. Thi‍s is so em‌barrassing. I‌ n‌ever should‍ have com⁠e here.” I turned a‌way, wi​pin‌g at my face frantically. “I’ve been tryi⁠ng to forget about you—for months.⁠ Pretend‍ing th‍is pa‍rt of m‍e doesn’t‍ exist. A‌nd then… I saw you‌ at​ Sadi‍e’s​ bir‍t‌hday party today, and‌ it all‌ came r​ushing back‍. I thou⁠ght—‍”

Tangina and Tangina are the people who live in my immediate neighborhood. Sorry for bothering you, but I can't seem to shake the feeling that something is wrong with me. Perhaps this explains why I'm so self-absorbed when everything revolves around me. His first thought, which he was even able to say in front of a large number of people, was "I'm humiliated." He continued, "I'm embarrassed." I'm embarrassed to say this. Also, what happens if someone who knows me discovers that I'm cheating on Remon during a time when he has a great deal of confidence in me? What do you think they'd think? Is it feasible that I would find out about it and that someone would follow me around like a paparazzi t

, I was sure these were the words going through their head. Every stride toward the gate weighed more than the one before. Though the boxes were about to fall from my arms, I refused to stop and arrange them. I wanted to get away fast. Before the weight of the stares overwhelmed me totally. Despite embarrassment pushing hard against my chest, I kept my face even. Shame was different from embarrassment. Embarrassment goes away but shame always lingers. It reminds you of who you were when you should have been better and rests gently inside you. My arms were trembling a little when I arrived at the main gate.

The gesture caused me to gasp in shock. “Ah!” Some people quickly looked in our direction and I felt my cheeks heating up with a bright red hue like a tomato. This is so embarrassing. I couldn't believe I had made such an embarrassing noise in such a public setting. My stomach twisted uncomfortably as I briefly considered the possibility of having to face these strangers again some time in the future, unsure if they would remember this moment or if our encounter would remain forever unknown to them. The embarrassment was almost too much to bear, but luckily they all ignore me again and continue with their lives.

"You're not saying anything. You're just staring at me. Is it that you didn't understand what I said or am I not making any sense at all?" "Sandra, I appreciate your friendship but you see, if you were in my shoes I don't think you will like to go back to that office." "And why did you say so?" "I have not stayed in that company for one month and I've had two incidents of sex. You can't imagine the humiliation I go through whenever I come into the company and whenever I step out. All eyes are fixed on my whole body. The way they look at me pierces through my skin to my soul. It is unbearable. I know how hard I try to swallow all that embarrassment. I am really trying and I am being strong. S

He answered, but instead of paying attention to his words, my eyes dropped to his hard côck and then to the smudges of pink around the thick base of his length. My lower belly tightened with heat as embarrassment made me want to hide away in a closet. I looked away from him and suddenly a gloomy feeling gathered in my chest as a flicker of resentment came alive inside me for my own actions. I gave in, begged him and he tore away my innocence, all because I wanted him but now he stood there letting anyone who saw him know what we had done. It felt like a breach of something too personal, something that should've stayed between the two of us.

And I wanted that. The arousal inside of me burned white hot through my body till I was aching all over and felt the need to release. My body trembled as I clenched around Rhys' fingers, whining and squirming while he opened me up wider. Then suddenly, his fingers were gone, and so was his warmth. I looked to find him standing there and staring at me like I was a piece of art. A blush stained my cheeks, and I was suddenly overcome with embarrassment. I felt exposed.

I half-shouted, my voice cracking slightly, brows furrowed in both embarrassment and displeasure. I expected him to glance away, maybe even offer some respect for my frantic plea. But no—he tilted his head to the right instead, raising a single brow with the kind of infuriating calm that made my stomach twist. The sight of it was enough to make me choke on air. How could he make me feel this embarrassed without even trying? Worse? My pants were neatly hung inside the closet, exposed like a secret I didn’t mean to reveal. The thought of him seeing them—seeing that—made my skin prickle with heat.

I could feel it—feel all their eyes burning into my back, hear their snickering and whispering behind their hands. It felt like every giggle, every mean little comment stuck to me like glue, making it even harder to breathe. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my throat felt tight, like I might start crying at any second if I didn’t get out. I clenched my fists at my sides and kept walking, faster and faster, my head down, my cheeks flaming hot with shame. Every step I took felt heavy. Like I was dragging my embarrassment with me. Like all the horrible things they thought about me were clinging to me, refusing to let go.

It was a question that seemed to cut right through me, exposing my vulnerability and discomfort. I scrambled to my feet, my mind racing. “I’m sorry,” I stammered, bowing deeply and repeatedly. My face burned with embarrassment, and I could feel the heat of my own shame. I hadn’t expected to be caught in such a compromising position, and the boss’s scrutiny only made it worse.