Shame Application Novels & Stories

something vaguely masculine and unfamiliar. I splashed cold water on my face, scrubbing at the dried tear tracks until my skin was raw. It didn't help. The fear, the shame, the sense of violation, it was all still there, etched into every pore. My eyes were still red, my lips still trembled, and my hands still shook. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking one last ragged breath. There was no more time. I opened the door and stepped back out into the room. The stark white t-shirt and dark underwear did nothing to hide the bruises or the humiliation. If anything, the simplicity of the clothing made the shame worse.

"Lola, I'm sorry… I never should have left you alone with her." His voice shook with regret, heavy with fear and remorse—emotions he had never once shown for me.

My voice becomes shaky, and I find myself squeezing Chris’ hands tighter. ‘You’re doing great. I’m right here, honey,” he gently soothes in my mind. All around I can hear the enraged whispers and shocked and disgusted faces. I want to run and hide from them, and I can feel the shame creeping up, but I force myself to remember Chris’ words. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I did nothing wrong, what happened was not my fault. It doesn’t speak to who I am as a person but what kind of a monster he was. I won’t live my life in fear and shame anymore.

The shame rises from my chest to my head. I take another deep meditative breath. I can do this. I am in control. I will regain control. My heart is racing with embarrassment and shame. I reach down to adjust myself in my boxers and realize I'm rock hard and leaking precum. Fuck. Okay. I'll rub one out. That'll help too.

I somehow found myself reading back this book to try and get myself back into the story to get the motivation to write more of the sequel and it was shocking how many times I cringed reading this book back! I do forget that I finished Shy when I was 16 years old. Six years on, I think it's finally time to rewrite and update this book so I can read it without cringing so horribly at 16 year old me. I hope by rewriting this it will get me back into the story and I can continue to write more updates for Defeated. In the meantime, enjoy the rewritten version of Shy called 'Shy (Rewritten)'! It will be updated bit by bit and will not be uploaded all at once! But I hope you like it!

I'm making horrible animal noises and even belches as I eat but I can't stop. My legs give out and I slide to the floor- I have been standing every since then. I see that I am surrounded by my mess of scattered food. I should feel ashamed of my behavior - this is how they always said omegas act, like savage creatures with no control. Like weak outcasts without the power to control their urges. But on the contrary, shame requires energy and all of mine is focused on getting as much food into my body as possible before someone takes it away. Who knows what would happen next or where next I will see myself

Just bare before my greatest opposition. I felt shame. I felt humiliation. But most of all, I felt like I’d just invited unwanted bugs to myself. The lewd smile on his face, the way his tongue snuck out like a snake about to devour a fresh prey, the way he guffawed while taking in the whole of my body, it all made me itch. I wanted to disappear. Wanted to wish for the ground to open up and swallow so that I could cover my shame, but this had to be done to cover the greater shame, and to save our lives. Mine and Theo’s.

I used that pain as punishment for the mistakes I had made. I got to Linda's house, and my car was parked outside. I stood there for a while, just staring at it, my mind completely blank. I wanted to just get in and drive away, far away from this place and the whole city.... I didn't want Linda to see me like this; I must have looked like a mess. My hands shook as I reached for the car keys in my pocket, but I didn’t move. I just stood there on the sidewalk, staring, feeling that sting between my legs with every step I had taken to get here. It was like my body refused to let me forget what had happened, like it wanted me to carry the shame forever.

Heat rises in my cheeks, making me lower my head. “I… I kinda like you, but… I just got out of a terrible relationship and I’m still kind of nursing my heart and not looking to…date.” I explain, feeling my face flame up even harder. Why do I feel ashamed when I’m the one that was wronged? Marcus and Nora are the ones who should feel ashamed. Not me. Finn brushes his knuckles against my cheeks softly. “I’ll be patient for as long as it takes. I’m here for you, Rhea. Never forget that. I’ll see you later, okay?”

For the longest of seconds, there was stunned silence in the car. April pressed her eyes shut, forcing back her tears. Luca's words felt like a hot slap across her face. They stung like a mother fucking bitch, filling her with such shame and self-loathing that she couldn't look at anything for a long time. She was awfully glad she couldn't see her reflection in her mirror. Else, she wouldn't have been able to handle the shame she would have surely seen there.