Shame Application Novels & Stories

And after last night, after him, I was the weakest thing alive. The grass was still damp beneath my bare feet. I didn’t care. Each step away from the packhouse felt like breathing again, like maybe I could scrape off the shame clinging to my skin. But shame doesn’t wash off. It burns. It burns hotter than tears. Every whisper, every laugh from the night before echoed in my head. Bethelina ’s voice, sweet and venomous,still slithered through my thoughts. Did you really think the Moon’s mistake could make you his equal?

“Honestly babes, I don't know why you're still letting her stand here after everything. You should've thrown her out a long time ago.” I felt the tears spill over, hot and humiliating, sliding down my cheeks in uncontrollable streams. My chest squeezed so painfully it felt like a vice was crushing my ribs. My hands shook violently as I clasped them together, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. The shame burned through my entire body, making my skin feel too tight, too hot. But I didn’t care about the insults. I’d still beg. I had to. “Please,” I choked out, my voice cracking and breaking apart. “I’m begging you. She’s all I have left. Please help me.”

I did my best to keep my face completely, carefully still, as I felt the shame cover me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Because if I lost control now and let anything slip even slightly out of place, I knew it wouldn’t just be embarrassment anymore. It would be humiliation I wouldn’t recover from. So I swallowed it. All of it. Every burning, choking piece of it.

Yes, he was the one in the wrong first, but two wrongs don’t make it right! Levi’s eyebrows furrowed, “Oh? You were playing with it a moment ago so happily,” his voice was getting huskier by the moment, “Stroking and petting… Were you treating me like a dog, mn?” The shame brewing inside Noah spiked, reaching an all-time high. ‘Oh, earth, please open up and swallow me!’ He wished he could cut off his naughty left hand and commit seppuku right then and there! In fact, if one could die of shame, Noah would have died 100 times over right now! Even if one combined all of his embarrassment through two lifetimes, it wouldn’t total up to how ashamed he felt right now!!

Shame on me in case. @Death Wish

I'm surprised to see Moira standing in the hallway, looking impatient. My God, has she seen us? Even if she didn't see the act, she sees me now, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what has happened. Another wave of shame washes over me, how could I possibly let him do this to me. Logically, I know I have nothing to be ashamed of, I didn't want this, he made me do it. Still, I am the one who feels ashamed, for letting him use my body once again, he takes me to my room without saying anything. Once inside, I close the door and rush into the bathroom and take off my clothes. I turn the water on full blast, letting the shame burn off. I take the rag and rub my legs. I scrub and scrub unt

Crippling shame shudders through me, and it feels as if the ground is ripped from beneath my feet. Xander’s arms wrap around me, and as I sink to the ground, he pulls me against his chest, his body folding over mine as I shatter into a million pieces. I thought I broke when my parents died, but I was wrong. Nothing kills like the shame I’m feeling right now. It strips me of my confidence and makes me feel like a cheap toy that can be used for others' entertainment. As I weep, Xander just presses his face against the back of my neck. He doesn’t try to say anything.

I inquired, sensing the weight of shame clouding his thoughts. "Because... Ugh, the shame is intense. I never know what to focus on, what to think about..." He trailed off, the struggle evident in his eyes. I pressed on, determined to break through the walls of this insecurity. "And what exactly do you have to be ashamed of here? Even with that... outlandish way of thinking, this wouldn't qualify," I reassured him, hoping to alleviate some of his fears. Confusion flickered across his face. "What do you mean?"

I could never talk openly about what happened to me to anyone, besides being humiliating; it is embarrassing and shameful. "What point? I just don't want to talk about myself to a person I don't know. You are the mother of the man who sells women and you treat this as if it were normal! - I let out between fruit and sighs, I wanted to feel relieved, but all I felt was shame."

She didn’t dare look at the successfully posted message and quickly shut her laptop, her heart racing like she had just done something wrong. That night, she slept fitfully, dreaming that she was being punished for failing to submit her paper. A man held her over his lap, s/panking her hard. His face was unclear, but his outline was strikingly handsome. He was stern, and his hand came down on her backside repeatedly. In the dream, she couldn’t feel pain—only the intense shame of being punished. That powerful sense of shame lingered into the next day during class. Lyla opened her laptop to take notes, only to realize she had forgotten to close the BD/SM forum page the night before. At that mo