Shame Application Novels & Stories

THE WORLD seems like it’s about to swallow Shean. That is how she feels. She could not open social media accounts for fear of seeing the fruit of the shame she had committed. She was still under the shower even after long hours of bathing. She feels like it was only the water that she could hide. She was experiencing so much shame just right now. She felt like bashers were all around her. She doesn't even know if her erotic novel will be sold because of the scandal she gets in.

“No, Brielle. You didn’t upset me. I upset me. I lost control.” The shame in his face was real. Tangible. But so was the fear that maybe this wasn’t a one-time thing. That maybe her forgiveness wasn’t healing—it was submission. The rest of the day, he worshipped her with his body—mouth, hands, words—burying apologies between her thighs, inside her. As if every orgasm could erase the sting. As if if he touched her gently enough, she'd forget the sound of his voice when it was cruel. He murmured over and over:

We are an island, and I am about to drown in the waters surrounding it. I count the days, then the weeks. My body, this intimate enemy, will soon betray me. In two months, maybe less. A gentle curve, imperceptible to others, but for me it will be like a flag raised, a public confession written on my skin. I cannot let this happen. I cannot bear their looks, their whispers, their disgust disguised as concern. Shame is an acid that corrodes everything, even hope.

Such a ludісrоuѕ claim wоuld have mаdе me thе сеntеr оf a соmmunіtу ѕсаndаl, аnd there’s nо way I wаѕ gоіng to lеt thаt happen. Thе ѕtоrіеѕ we hеаr аbоut vісtіmѕ of сrіmе аrе аll truе. Yоu dо blаmе yourself, you do fееl ashamed. I did, аnd I couldn’t gеt out frоm undеr thаt shame.

The memory danced just out of reach, frustratingly elusive, but every thought of it sent waves of panic crashing over me. My hands shook as I tugged at my hair and pressed my face into my palms, as if I could somehow erase the shame with sheer force of will. But it was inescapable. It was everywhere—on every screen, in every comment, in every whispered voice I imagined behind me. Hours past, or maybe minutes. In this haze of shame, time had completely lost its meaning. My phone buzzed non-stop, vibrating with a flood of messages, notifications, and reminders of my supposed mistakes. I just couldn’t bring myself to respond. The thought of facing anyone felt unbearable.

Anywhere but here. Even after all I said, still, no one moves or says anything. But I feel it then, shame. It’s so thick in the air that it almost suffocates me. They’re ashamed of themselves or of their alpha, I don’t care, because that’s the best they can offer me, and it’s so pathetic. “You’re all pathetic.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Savannah. I’d do anything for you.” The words wrapped around me, warm and suffocating all at once. My heart swelled, betraying me, even as the shame from that cursed video clung to my skin like poison. And still—Roman stayed. He didn’t look away. He bore my shame as though it were his own, and that made it both easier and infinitely harder to breathe. “What do I do with this?” I asked slowly, raising the phone. My hands still trembled under the weight of it.

Alex decided to talk madly at her this time around. “It’s you as woman that should be avoiding me, feeling shame to see me, trying all possible means to avoid be encounter with me. Instead, I was the one doing that. DON’T YOU HAVE A SHAME?” Alex was yelling loudly at her. The walkway had been blocked by Alex and Sadie, so Hakeem and co were unable to excuse them. They stood rooted behind Alex and looking at them. “What am I even saying? DOES WHORE USE TO HAVE SHAME!” Alex uttered in loud tone.

He had always felt inferior to his younger brother, who had demonstrated exceptional intelligence and business acumen since childhood. Facing Shane's gaze at this moment, he felt like he was stripped naked, with no place to conceal his shame. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He shamefully covered his face and apologized, "Shane, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault for not managing your sister-in-law properly." Shane knew he was not feeling good either, so he reached out and patted his shoulder reassuringly, "No matter what happens, even if we split up, you'll still be my brother."

“On that hospital bed, I wondered what you would think of me, I don't know if you would see me as ugly and a fatty because no one wants a fatty beside them.” She tried to bend her fingers again… so that it's pain would distract her from the pain that pierce her heart… but he wouldn't let her, he kept both her fingers apart. Shame washed over her, she turned her face away, “I…” She trailed off, her tears kept washing down her face. “Do you do this often?” Glancing down at her hands, Juliet, knowing what he was referring to, nodded in shame, “Look at me.” Juliet shook her head, “No, please.”