What A Shame Lyrics Novels & Stories

I саn’t fathom thе раіn аnd аnguіѕh іt muѕt hаvе соѕt Aрrіl tо dо thіѕ еvеn once—if ѕhе wаѕ ever clear-headed enough tо grаѕр what’s bееn happening tо hеr. In ѕоmе wауѕ I wіѕh I wаѕ in аѕ deep a ѕtuроr as she is. At least I wоuldn’t feel this guіlt and shame for ѕоmеthіng I ѕtіll haven’t dоnе yet. I feel іt nоw. I’m ashamed ѕtаndіng hеrе on thе ѕtrееt.

The echoes of his disappointment resonate in the now-desolate space, turning what was meant to be a haven of love into a realm of heartache and shattered expectations. The soft strains of music play in the background, a haunting melody that seems to mock the romantic intentions behind it. Unable to bear the melancholic tunes, Shane, driven by a surge of frustration, rips the speaker wires, forcefully silencing the cruel reminder of what was lost. "Our song, our moment, everything has turned into a nightmare," he cries out, the pain of heartbreak etched in every tear-streaked movement.

LUCIAN The shame was like a stone in my heart. Not a sharp one. A smooth, heavy one that sat right behind my ribs and made it hard to breathe. Every time the carriage hit a rut, the stone shifted, and the pain flared white-hot behind my eyes. But the shame was worse than the pain. The pain was mine. I’d earned it. The shame belonged to her. To Isla. Because I’d promised. I’d looked her in the eye, my mark on her skin, and told her I’d never let anyone take her again.

I should've known better. Shame is a living thing. It slithers under your skin, curls tight around your ribs and squeezes the air from your lungs. It tastes bitter and feels like acrid acid burning the back of your throat. I swallow the lump in my throat as my fingers twitch against the cold linoleum floor. The laughter swells around me. I can hear everyone making fun of me. Some are outright crackling, others whispering behind their hands. Eyes gleam and peel my layers harshly. I can even see the phone flashes. They're recording me.

My shame seems to be a never-ending pit that keeps dragging me further into my pit of hell. “I will do everything that I can to fix this. I know that there is nothing I can say or do to change what happened. Hell, I’m not even going to be dumb enough to ask that all of you listen to my dumb excuses. I ruined the single most important person, moment, and gift I will ever have. But I swear to the Goddess right now that I am going to do everything in my power to prove that I deserve a second chance, no to earn that second chance. I will spend the rest of my life making this up to her and begging her to just give me a chance.”

She crossed the room and slapped me so hard that I almost hit against the wall. “How dare you speak of the company after all the mess you created!” she screamed. “That company is in my care now, with Cassandra by Kael's side, things will flow in massively. You? You’d destroy everything your father built!” My cheek burned. Tears stung, but I refused to let them fall. “I have no scent doesn't make me a dumb brain mother. It is mine,” I insisted. Selene’s voice was harsh. “You are nothing. You were born cursed. You bring shame to this family every time you breathe.”

She tried to get away from his hold but it was very strong than she hoped. While the other guys around him cheered and hyped him as he continued to ravish her lips. It was after a moment when he leaned back and there was pure remorse in his eyes. Regret, self loathe, as if he just realized what he had done. Veronica was now crying from pent up rage inside her. "I'm sorry!" He whispered to her as he got away from her immediately. She got up from the couch and stood on her feet with a red face with shame. Sam grabbed the tissues from the box and gave them to her whispering sorry again and again as he was repenting his actions.

I was so eager to get away from him—from everything—but the bitter reminder hit hard: we shared the same damn room. I hated my life already. “Here...” Liam said, his voice low, offering something, but I didn’t even glance his way. “Just open the damn door so I can go in. I need to rest.” I snapped, tugging at the handle again, but it was still locked—controlled from his side. “Look at me, Brownie. Don’t look away.” “No. No, no, no—don’t you dare call me that,” I growled, whipping around to meet his eyes. “You’ve lost that right. You made me feel more shame than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, Liam.”

“And I told people you did.” There was silence. The kind that echoed in your chest and made you wish the ground would open up and take you somewhere else. Her brows pinched in, then lifted in disbelief. “You did what?” I didn’t repeat it. I just stood there, letting her piece it together. Her face slowly crumpled not in anger, but maybe something heavier. I could tell she was disappointed in me. I looked away. “I’m sorry,I know it won't fix what I already did” I muttered, It was already too late.

His lips trembled as his bloodshot eyes locked on me. "Lina? Is it really you? No… it can't be. They must be mistaken. "You can't be Lina… That stubborn, impossible woman wouldn't just die like this. No… this can't be! This can't be her!" Aiden shook his head furiously, muttering to himself in denial. Once, I used to wonder if Aiden would ever regret it if I died. Now that I had seen it with my own eyes, all I felt was a gut-wrenching sickness that clawed at me from deep inside.