Shame Application Novels & Stories

In the past, Shanaya had always been a timid rabbit in his presence, but today she was a roaring tigress. Shama took Naina's hands and gently placed the box in her palms. "I apologize for the pain I have inflicted upon you in the past. I regret my actions deeply. I know that words alone cannot undo the harm I have caused, but I beg you to give me a chance to make things right. From now on, you are like my sister to me. I will always protect you and I'll ensure that no one will dare harm you as long as I am alive. If you ever feel lonely or sad, you may always come to me. Please, accept this gift as a token of my sincere apology." Shama's eyes shone with sincerity and contrition.

he said after holding my chin in between his index finger and thumb. I slapped his hand and said " it's called shame which I am feeling when you looked at me, I felt disgusted, to puke on your face and in your eyes to make you blind so that I could hide away from your eye raping. you don't know how humiliated I felt whenever you came near me or touch me calling it your sick rights or whatever you have cooked in your head. it called feeling shame Which you won't understand since you are unaware about it because only those people feel shame who have the reputation, pride, honour, name, respect in society or in their own eyes but you have nothing " I wiped my tears away which unknowingly gallop

In my regained dignity. But under the shower, naked and trembling, the truth hits me. That step, I only took it because he allowed it. Because he opened the cage, for an instant, to see if the bird would come back to perch on his finger. Even leaving, I danced to his tune. Shame is an acid. It burns me from the inside, more effective than the icy water.

He stood there for a second and left the room, closing the door with a bang. The second the door closed my body collapsed to the ground and I started sobbing with anger, hurt, and shame. How can he treat me like this when he has a girlfriend? What does he think about me? Am I going to be his shame forever? I don't want to live like this and I definitely don't want to be a second option.

The shame I feel is beyond measure. Elijah stood up and I still couldn't move from my position as if all my joints were locked. Elijah was quick and he wiped my bottom with a warm and wet cloth. My shame only intensified! After he did that, he went back to the bathroom so I quickly fixed myself and covered myself with a blanket. That's not to say I didn't like what he did. But my shame, it's embarrassing. I feel like jumping off the highest cliff now because of shame. How can other couples overcome this embarrassment? Especially when it's their first time? Why does it seem like there is nothing for them while I almost drown in shame?

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.

I had felt every eye in that room and how they measured and recalculated me. I had knelt down for someone who already planned to humiliate me. I pressed my palms against the mirror, fingers splayed, breathing hard. Shame came first. It always did. It crawled up my spine and settled behind my eyes. It told me I should have known better. That I should have stopped it. That I should have walked away and let the project burn rather than allow myself to be seen like that. Reduced. Exposed. Brought down to the floor by someone who did not even raise her voice to do it.

“I was so humiliated, Aziel. Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of embarrassment in my entire life,” I complained as I rushed out of the house. Aziel let out a deep sigh on the other end of the line. “You don’t even know how to feel shame,” he muttered. I stopped walking and forced myself to breathe. “Okay, fine. I’ve buried shame somewhere deep in my system a long time ago but last night was different. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Do I really look like a fucking minor to you?”

I had promised her mother that I would make everything right. The moment the car vanished over the horizon I felt something like an animal panic, small and pure and structural. It did not come from proof or policy; it came from shame. I had lived long enough to recognize that shame is the cousin of guilt, and both are good company for a man who has been careless. I do not like either of them.

My chest constricted so violently it felt like my lungs forgot how to work. I stared at the screen, every word burning itself into me, each letter heavier than the last. My first instinct was denial. Maybe I’d misread it. Maybe context would soften it. Maybe— But there was no softening that sentence. No innocent explanation. No harmless spin. Heat rushed through me, fast and unforgiving. Rage followed, sharp and blinding, but shame slithered in beneath the anger and wrapped itself around my spine. Of course. Of course there was someone else.