Embarrassment X Sadness Novels & Stories

"You don't have to be embarrassed." "I'm not embarrassed," she muttered, still hiding. "I'm mortified. That's worse. Embarrassed is 'oops, I spilled water.' Mortified is 'oops, I called you sadness in a suit and accused you of calculating how many orphans you could save if you just stopped being emotionally unavailable.'" "It definitely happened," he said, grin widening. "You also challenged the mayor to a thumb war and told him you 'fight dirty.' And you told everyone I was the 'most interesting person' at the gala while everyone else looked like 'lobby furniture,'" he added, absolutely no shame.

I've probably embarrassed him. I lay down on the couch and curl up as I feel more tears fall down my face. I start crying and hug my arms around myself. I can't even call a friend over, everyone is busy at work. Fuck I'm so dumb. I can't even get comfy on here. Stupid couch. I turn the tv off and walk upstairs to our bedroom so I can just stay there for today and wallow. I climb under the covers and wrap them around my shoulders tightly to replicate Master's arms around me.

Ema apologizes, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I feel a flashlight and look at the door but no one is there. "It's absolutely fine." Then I assure her that it's alright, understanding that accidents happen. We exchange a few more pleasantries before I request her to excuse me and resume her work. Deep down, though, I can't shake off the sense of embarrassment and unease that lingers within me. I make a silent vow to admit this incident to Abigail, believing in the strength of our relationship to overcome such moments of awkwardness.

“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—‍”

"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

It was a peculiar amalgamation of sensations, a complex interplay between shame and arousal that coursed through me like a potent elixir. It wasn't just any ordinary night. It was an evening filled with a deep sense of both regret and anticipation, as he punished me leaving an indelible mark on my memory. The weighty consequences of my near faux pas reverberated through my mind, evoking a cascade of emotions that danced on the fine line between humiliation and desire. The embarrassment, like a deep crimson blush, suffused my cheeks, creating an external marker of my inner turmoil. However, intertwined within this unwelcome shame, a flicker of excitement and arousal took hold, igniting a capt

I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and humiliation. Anger surged through my veins, fueled by the rejection and the vulnerability I had allowed myself to feel. How could he not see the depth of my desire, the longing that had consumed me? It was as if my emotions had been tossed aside, and dismissed without a second thought. But beneath the anger, embarrassment crept in like a shadow. I didn't want Dante to think that I was desperate or too invested in him. I couldn't bear the thought of him knowing how deeply I had wanted him. So, I quickly masked my true feelings.

Ken was now so grievously embarrassed that he could not even look at Emilia. The weight of his actions and his harsh words mixed with empathy weighed heavily on him, causing his shoulders to slump and his head to sink into his folded hands. Tears streamed down his face, his silent sobs echoing in the dimly lit den. Emilia, too, understood the pain of regret and the heavy burden of one's past actions. Though she kept her gaze averted, her cheeks were stained with her own silent tears, mirroring the emotions that gripped her heart.

I exhale slowly, then reach for paper towels, grabbing more than necessary. I start cleaning myself. It’s not graceful or quick. Because if I rush, I’ll think. And if I think, I might spiral. And if I spiral, I might actually cry. And I refuse to. “This is so embarrassing,” I mutter under my breath. But even as I say it…Something in me pushes back. It’s disgusting. Yes. Annoying. Yes. Infuriating. Absolutely. But embarrassing? That would mean I did something wrong. And I didn’t.

And now she was running. Wasn't she afraid of slipping because of her shoes? Ah, Damn it! It was these thoughts that made Sam also start running. "Watch out, Adrianna!" "Aaaaaahhh!!!" *** Is there such a thing as a squared embarrassment? Oh... There is. That's what Adrianna is feeling right now. She can't even lift her eyes due to the overwhelming shame. Her face must be turning as red as a rotten tomato. "How long am I supposed to support you like this?"