Apologies Are For The Weak Novels & Stories

I would sincerely like to apologize again for the delay and hope you understand that I needed to pull away from all of this for a while. Thank you, Sapphire Sage

“Fr...Free?” Her hands trembled as she clenched them, the sadness atop of her heart growing even heavier. “I-I hate this you...I don’t want to be freed, I want Zique to come back. I-I might truly be useless...” a sob climbed up her throat, despite the fact that she tried to restrict it. “But it isn’t my fault. I...I was born this way. Please Zique...I’m sorry that I’m useless, B-But you can’t do this to me.” Zique’s eyes that were already dark became darker. “Why can’t I? I’m strong, so I can do whatever it is that I want...the weak were born to be stepped on and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

he stuttered, shaking, "I will send the message at once. I admit, I have not pushed him hard enough. That is my fault. Forgive me for not getting the job done right. I will fix it, I promise." I glared at him as if I could cut steel in two with my eyes. Forgive you? A snarl twisted my lip at the word. Forgiveness was for the weak, and I was not weak. I had waited long enough, waited while Duiane's throne lay unseized, waited while fools haggled his authority, waited while my own thrones cursed fate hung in front of me. I bent forward, my voice falling to a killing growl. "Don't think an apology for incompetence. You embarrass me once more, and I'll have your head nailed outside the city gate

Maybe it was a kind of inferiority complex. "My plan was to apologize. "I looked back, and Jonathan laughed. "No, not that kind of excuses. I mean in general, Suzy. I am sorry for all the problems and discussions we have had in recent months. I'm sorry for diverting my anger to a person as sensitive as you, and I'm sorry, from my heart, for all the evil you brought into your life. I really regret it. You are too good for me, and the fear of losing you has made me a complete asshole, but I swear I just want a chance to change things.”

"Fine. Go get changed." *** Translations: *nyash: ass. When someone says your father's nyash, its basically your father's ass they're cursing out. *Waka: Its a curse or an insult *No vex o: Don't be angry

I slowly looked up at my reflection, the haggard look seeming almost normal. The gentle knock on the doorway to the bathroom made me swirl to look at the figure who sadly watched me, those blue eyes looking me over as I blankly stared at him. "I.. want to apologize..." Apophis mumbled as he took a step closer. I looked over the bandages that were covering his body. "I didn't know.... that... I didn't know that you harbored so many strong emotions..."

How dare the damned Rheasian humiliate him in this manner! He could apologize to Zayn because Zayn deserved it as a powerhouse. On the other hand, the Rheasians behind were all utterly worthless一none of them were powerful. They were no different than ants, so he was offended that he was being made to apologize to these puny beings! Therefore, he rejected the idea straightforwardly, “Sir, you’re a 4S-class transhuman, so I may apologize to you. However, these are all ants, deadbeats. I can’t possibly apologize to them as a noble transhuman.”

“I sincerely apologize for every stupid thing I’ve done. Everything.” His opening remarks didn’t impress me. “Noah, I've had enough of your apologies. It’s like a toxic, repetitive cycle. You do something bad, apologize, and do it again. Your apologies mean nothing anymore. It’s like a morning routine, like brushing your teeth or washing your face. It keeps going on and on. Nothing’s changed. I’m fucking done with every single one of it.” Noah sighed. He fidgeted probably thinking of another way to convince me otherwise.

I was nothing in the world of weres, I am nothing in the human world. “I am very sorry if I offended you the last time we spoke.” I said I began to apologize. I wanted to be sincere but I had a hard time doing so. Maybe it was because he reminded me of Jacob so much. Apologizing to my cheating ex--even though he was still my mate--felt like a sign of weakness. Apologizing to Elijah was a sign of weakness. It was like baring my throat to a predator. “Do you mean the bet we made?” Elijah chuckled. “It was a good deal and a great investment for both of us, there is no need to apologize.” At least he was not laughing in my face.

“Edily look, from the bottom of my heart and depths of my soul I am sorry.” “Sorry for what Maleek, what exactly are you sorry for? Are you just sorry for the last couple pop ups you’ve recently done or are you sorry for the 4 years of bullshit you put me, my family, and yours through? Huh Maleek what exactly are you sorry for?” The last thing I needed to hear from Maleek was some half ass, weak apology. He had apologized when he sat me down to tell me the truth about his life so why does he feel the need to apologize now?