Shame Application Novels & Stories

"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.

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!

“Back off. Don’t pull. Let it pass.” “It won’t,” I said through my teeth, because the ache had turned mean. “It will,” she said. “Or you can tear like a cheap zipper and lose the part that helps you hold a pen.” Anger wanted the pain to be proof. I let her voice be louder. The ache subsided by degrees. Shame came in like a tide and I let it leave like one too.