Shame Application Novels & Stories

Elara sat across from Corvan in the quiet of his study, the report between them, and let the moment hold its weight without rushing to fill it. "You are ashamed of your first thought," she said finally. "I want you to understand something about that. Shame is useful. It tells you something. But it is also not the most important thing in this room right now, and if you let it become the most important thing, it will do exactly what your first instinct wanted to do, just from a different direction."

“Silver please…listen to me. I didn’t mean it that way, my intentions are honest- “I’ve had enough of your pretense. You’re no different from those you claim to not be a part of. In the end…you pitied me. And that’s worse” Like ice glacials, his words are targeted for the most vulnerable part of me and again, I bite down on my lower lip, the tears waiting at bay being probed. Let me apologize to you…please. Never have I thrived this hard to be understood. But I can’t help that condemning feeling of failure and shame brewing within me. I don’t know…I can’t understand why but, I must not let him go like this. The compulsion is commanding and I can’t go against it.

Shanaya winced in profound shame, her eyes tightly shut against the degrading words being hurled at her. She froze in Rajeev's grip, feeling like she was stripped bare in front of them. His creepy words made her sick to her stomach. All she wanted was to disappear, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. The feeling of imaginary ants crawling on her back added to her embarrassment, making it impossible for her to look anyone in the eye. She shut her eyes tight to spare herself from the disgrace.

so feeling indignant at such a proposal, I turned around angry because, no matter how hard I tried, it was almost impossible for me to make the most misera idea of sleeping next to him, now that I am completely aware unlike the night before that for things in life I was not and I had no way to accept. Grief eats away at me along with the essence of shame itself, making me even think too far, so the possibilities that he wanted to put a finger where he had not been allowed were latent in my head, which made me extremely nervous first of all because in my eyes I consider him something perverted.

she rubbed her hands together like a evil genius which scared the hell out of me. "What if this don't work" "Oh...trust me it will work...with you beautiful face and skin,no man will be able to resist you" "I think I should just find another work it won't be that hard and to avoid any complication. I won't endanger my heart. This isn't a story Angela this is real life. Tomorrow morning am going to tell that jerk that I quit even though it hurt." "Just think about it Sammy... You give that jerk a taste of his own medicine and in return you get a rich handsome billionaire in return."

Lauren's pov I stood there like a fool, the moment her question popped up I had no idea what to say, my heart dropped into my stomach and now all I felt was shame. I had just embarrassed my own friend in front of everyone, and now all eyes were on me. The shame felt like a new dress– tight and heavy with a bridal shawl. I turned to Vivian , as I tried to apologise. “Vivian…I'm sorry, I didn't mean–”

“Please…please forgive me.” “Shane, what happened?” She finally asked again after minutes of just listening to his pleas. Shane didn’t know how to phrase his words, he was ashamed of himself and of his mother, he was ashamed that she has to be his mother; he was ashamed for not being able to protect the one woman he claimed to love more than his very life. He was ashamed for all his previous thoughts, he was ashamed for all the things he said to her, in all, he felt so ashamed even showing his face to her after what he just learnt of.

Unless— No. No, I’m not going there. I can’t. Because if I do, I’ll lose it. And if I lose it, I can’t survive in this goddamn house. I pull off my apron with shaking hands and toss it over the chair. My stomach twists again, this time with something worse than guilt. Shame. Not the kind you get from doing something bad—but the kind you get when people look at you like you’re less. As though you’re not worth defending. Like you’re nothing but a walking disaster wrapped in silk and scars.

"Now you harass Young Master Reyn!" "Have you no shame?" The villagers started gathering again, I couldn't bother much about her when — [DING] Mission failed. Calculating Penalty... 5% 15% 40% Penalty Selection... Serena: "...Why is it buffering?" "System?" "SYSTEM?"

Palmer’s POV There is a peculiar shame that settles over you when the person you once trusted becomes the architect of your fear. It’s quieter than anger and heavier than grief — a slow sediment that layers itself under your ribs until you forget what it feels like to breathe without pressure. I found myself living inside that shame.