Sadness X Embarrassment Novels & Stories

I started to say, trailing off as a deep wave of embarrassment settled in my head and more flushed color slid into my cheeks at the very moment. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about you being on your period,” Tyler started to say and I felt my heart sink into my stomach at once to settle heavily in the pits of my stomach, another deep wave of embarrassment washing over me. There was nothing more embarrassing about being embarrassed about something in front of someone who’d rather not have witnessed one of your embarrassing moments— and being told to not be embarrassed, still in front of that particular person.

My brain wasn’t connecting with my mouth. Like the true wholesome good persona that she is, Gillian stands up straight - those calming blue eyes look at me graciously, yet full of sadness and heartache. Emotions that I had caused. “I know you are sorry, Princess. And I know it wasn’t your intention to cause me embarrassment.” Embarrassment? I didn’t even think that that was how she felt. It was one of the last emotions I would have guessed she felt. “I’m embarrassed that I didn’t notice it sooner. Now I have, it is so obvious.” She says sighing with a tone of defeat.

You don't sound that excited," Sue said with a pout. "That's not it," Tommy said quickly. But... but... "What's wrong sweetie?" "I don't... uh don't know about that stuff. I... I... I... would... uh... you know, feel silly if I messed up. That would be embar... embarrassing," Tommy said, a stutter in his voice. "There's nothing you could do to embarrass yourself , honey," Sue said patting his leg affectionately. "Come on, let's get dressed and you can take me

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.

“Hey.. I don't look like that when I’m in pain.” “Yes. You look precisely like that.” “Whatever whatever,” Emerson waved his hand. “Let’s move on to disappointment.” --- Emerson stood by the kitchen counter, one hand rubbing his temples as Porsche, stood by waiting for his next command. He’d been working on this for hours. “Okay, Porsche. We’ve done pain, disappointment, surprise… now, let’s try something a little more subtle. Embarrassment.” Porsche tilted his head. “Embarrassment. How does one express that?”

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

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?"

I can't look at him. I feel so stupid. I feel like crying again and I don't know why. I felt neglected after that night when he pushed me away after having sex with me and last night when I told him I love him, he didn't even answer me it made me feel much much worst. I felt even much more neglected. I feel embarrassed of myself because I wanted this and Im hurting. I'm so embarrassed. I've never been embarrassed. "I'm sorry." He says and his voice is weak.

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.

He says with sadness over him. I am so wrapped up in my brain, i didn't see the big slab of concrete laying where i was about to walk, and i tripped over it and well here we are. I am holding back tears, a lot of them. But I am in pain, I am embarrassed, I am stressed out, my anxiety is through the sky. I need to hide, but where? Suddenly my tears come and I have no control of them