Shame Application Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do you want me to list all the things you've done and put them on the internet for everyone to see your true self?" Francis asked, taking slow, purposeful strides toward Elsie as he remained mute. Standing next to them, Fay nodded. "I believe that recommendation is sound. When dealing with shameless individuals, we ought to employ their own strategies against them.” "You, you..." Elsie was so furious that he was at a loss for words. He appeared as repulsive as someone who had been constipated for days, with his face turning a terrible shade of green and purple.

I looked down at my bandaged hand, the throbbing pain nothing compared to the shame that was now consuming me whole. The shame was a hot, heavy blanket, smothering me. I leaned back into the chair, my head in my hands. My mind was a war. On one side was this gut-wrenching regret, picturing the look on Sheila’s face when she found out about that other girl. I’d been such a bastard. Such a colossal, stupid jerk.

Her head hurts so bad from crying. "Apologizing to every one of them is no longer paramount because I'm sure they won't forgive me. I'll still apologize to them but not in person. I'll probably send them letters. They are free to call me cowards because I am a coward. All I feel is shame, I don't have the mind to talk to them or look them in their eyes. It's just best they distance themselves from me."

Only narrow-minded people would feel ashamed of having lesser money than others. “Do you really think you did a good job at hiding your real intentions? Do you really think that no one can see how badly you want to latch on to someone?” Layla sneered. Her deep gaze bored into their eyes making them flustered. Their face turned red from anger and shame. “Do you really think that people will clap happily for you when you jump like a clown in front of them?” Layla’s words were clearly telling them what a big joke they were in her eyes. They clenched their fists as they were trembling from the humiliation they have received today.

Shame was still coursing through her though and I understood why. “I was completely distraught when I saw what you were doing to yourself. I felt helpless, useless, selfish that I couldn’t help you the way you deserved. It didn’t make me see you in a lesser manner. It didn’t disgust me or repulse me in any way, you need to know that. I understood why you were doing this but I refuse to accept it any more and it’s not because it made me ashamed of you at all, it’s because it will hurt me more than it will hurt you if you ever do it again. Promise me Rhea. Promise no more cutting yourself to compensate for your emotional torture. Come to me, seek my comfort, it’s the best thing to help end thi

I miss you so much. My chest tightened. Another memory followed , calling her mom at the bar and a strange figure dad. I slapped both sides of my head, hard. “Get out!” I muttered angrily. “Get out, damn it!” But the memories clung. The shame burned. For once, i felt weak. The shame pressing down on me was unbearable, heavy enough to shove me toward her room. I needed to set things right, or at least try. I stood at her door, lifted my hand to knock but hesitated

"Your office chooses to baseline my value against a corporate manager? Does your intellect calculate that the humiliation my system has harvested lately is insufficient?" Sophia was a signed professional celebrity, yet her public social media following had consistently remained inferior to Chloe’s metrics. This reality had always operated as a source of profound, deep-seated shame in her database. Even if her numbers were about to clear that threshold now, her immense pride felt absolute zero glory in defeating an amateur.

Liam felt a weight in his chest that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment as he delved deeper into the contents of the box. The revelations he was discovering about his great-great-grandfather's actions and intentions were crushing him, suffocating him with a sense of shame and guilt that seemed to grow with each page he turned. He had always been proud of his heritage, proud of the fact that he was a Lycan, but now that pride was turning into something else entirely - a deep sense of shame that threatened to overwhelm him completely.

Ashlyn said, putting a light smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I was wrong back then. I shouldn't have done that, but now I'm suffering for my own wrongdoings. " Amanda's eyes welled up as tears rolled down her cheeks. She lowered her head and let her tears run. She wanted to lighten her heart. She wanted to be free from her guilt. "I have already forgiven you both. Please don't ask the same thing again." Ashlyn may be hard from the outside, but her heart was still the same kind one. Even if she didn't like Amanda for what she did to her, she couldn't watch her tears.

I could walk out into the darkness and disappear before anyone realizes what happened. But I can't move. My feet are lead. My knees are water. I look at my hands. They are shaking. They look... dirty. I rub them against my jeans. Rub. Rub. The friction burns, but the feeling doesn't go away. It isn't dirt. It is shame. It is a thick, oily film that coats my skin. It seeped into my pores when Aureliano looked at me with that expression of pure, unadulterated horror.