Embarrassment X Sadness Novels & Stories

I let out a quiet sob, curling into myself in the corner of the waiting room. My chest felt tight, like it was caving in under the pressure of everything I was feeling grief, regret, anger, and a sadness so deep it felt like it would swallow me whole. I thought about all the things I hadn’t said, the apologies I hadn’t made, the times I had let my pride get in the way.

If I find it this difficult, I can only imagine the pain Mom endured when Dad walked away, especially while she was pregnant with me. Mom places a comforting hand on my back, her voice gentle as she asks, "How are you doing, sweetheart?" There's no use pretending. "I just feel sad all the time. And angry. Mostly sad and embarrassed," I admit, my gaze dropping as a lump forms in my throat. She continues to rub my back soothingly. "Feeling angry and sad is completely normal when any relationship ends. But why do you feel embarrassed?" "I should have known better," I confess, the weight of my choices heavy on my shoulders. "I knew better, but I still got involved with a wealthy man and fell in

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the kindness and the chance to redeem myself. I emerged from the bathroom, dressed in warm clothes, but my embarrassment and discomfort still lingered. Despite the dry clothes, I couldn't shake off the chill that had seeped into my bones. My shame and embarrassment made me hesitant to face Ethan again, but I knew I had to confront him eventually.

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.

I blurted. Awkwardness, a dance of missteps and misunderstandings, where words stumble and silence speaks volumes. It's a delicate balance between humor and discomfort, a canvas painted with shades of embarrassment and uncertainty, creating a tapestry of human vulnerability and imperfection. ‘I don't want to be here!’

He kneeled right in front of my bent knees and he suddenly parted them like a window with no business. To my horror, I immediately close them but his hands are too strong and I cannot even shake them. "No!" I quickly screamed out of embarrassment. I don't want him to see it. I am too embarrassed and it feels like the tone of my skin changed from pale white to red from embarrassment! He did not listen, instead, I felt his finger trace the slit made me release a sensual sound that almost made me lose my wits to no end. "Sweetheart, this is the one that I want to try...I wanted to touch you." There was no shame in Elijah's promise and I was more embarrassed by what he said. Is this the feeling

He shook his head and continued with whatever it was that he was doing. I walked away, more like flew away. The shame made my ears buzz and my face burned. I was more sad than embarrassed. I went back to wherever I came from in the first place but this time I didn’t dream. I buried my face in my knees and just felt stupid. ‘Phobia... Phobia’

“You didn’t reply to any of my messages, you didn't answer my calls. Every time I go to your office to pick you up, you have already left. What is it? Why are you mad?” I couldn’t hide my amusement and shock. I’m not mad, I’m embarrassed! “Okay fine, I get it. I’m sorry, please, don’t be mad.” I bit my lower lip, he laughed a bit. I stopped myself from reacting. He looked at me, as if trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. “I’m not mad,” I said in a small voice. He raised his eyebrows on me, waiting for me to continue. “I’m…embarrassed and hmm, a-a bit shocked,” I looked away. I almost wanted to be invisible because of too much embarrassment and nervousness.

Alex said, breaking the awkward silence. Emily leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little embarrassed, I guess." Alex frowned. "Why would you be embarrassed?" Emily shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just feel stupid for getting so drunk. And for being alone at the party." Alex could sense the shame and self-loathing in Emily's voice and it made his heart ache. "You don't have to feel embarrassed, Emily. We all have our moments."

Williams' voice, audible even through the closed door, conveyed the depth of his sorrow. As I slipped into my clothes, I pushed the bathroom door open and stepped out, attempting to compose myself. I would rather not show my embarrassment, but the flush on my cheeks betrayed my emotions. “Uhmmm… Sorry about the embarrassment,” I murmured, trying to find the right words to address the unexpected encounter.