Arrows And Apologies Novels & Stories

Maya’s pride crumbled as she muttered a shaky, “I’m sorry.” I crossed my arms, tilting my head mockingly. “I didn’t quite catch that. Care to speak louder?” Maya’s jaw clenched, and she repeated, louder this time, “I’m sorry.” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider her apology. “Hmm, I don’t know if that’s enough. Maybe if you bow and properly apologize, I might consider forgiving you.” Maya’s face twisted with rage. “Outrageous!” she screamed. She turned to Kaiden, her eyes pleading. “You can’t let her—”

But now that his mind was clear, even that felt wrong. That would be insulting. But if not money, what else could he offer? An apology? That would be not just insulting—but hypocritical. In Aron’s eyes, verbal apologies were the most useless form of guilt. Forget it. If something had happened, he’d let her set the terms. As long as it wasn’t marriage, he could probably meet her conditions. Still, he hoped nothing had happened. At that moment, Aron suddenly missed Little Barton. If the dog were here, he could at least ask it—maybe get a sign. Little Barton could understand just about anything, and sometimes, Aron felt like it was the only one that truly got him.

"Sir Vanluke is always with you. Incredibly patient waiting for you to finish. Then you would complain he should just leave you alone. He'll often lose his cool side. Of all people you're the only one that can retort to the boss." "Am I a pain in the ass then?" He chuckled. "Yes. So much we get yelled at instead of you." "That kind of makes me feel guilty." "You better be." They both laughed instinctively even though there's not much to laugh about. "But we're all thankful to you, Ara." "Really?" she said, chewing on black forest cake. "Yes, really." "In what way? I'm really curious now."

The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the storm of emotions to break, unsure of what would come next. Time seemed to stand still as Mateo stood before her, his actions hanging like an unspoken apology in the air. His voice trembled with regret as he finally found the strength to speak. "Ariana... I'm so sorry," he whispered, his words barely audible, but heavy with remorse. Ariana's expression remained hurt and disbelief. She wanted to lash out, to demand an explanation, but the depth of her pain rendered her voice momentarily silent. She simply nodded the gesture a fragile acknowledgment of his apology.

It was a much-needed break, a chance to create lasting memories with those I cherished most. "I'm happy, but the stunt you pulled, Mr., doesn't sit well with me," I warned my tone firm yet laced with an underlying affection. Archer looked guilty, his eyes dropping in remorse. However, when he lifted his gaze back to me, those eyes shimmering with apology, it was as if they had the power to dissolve all my reservations instantly. "I'm truly sorry. I promise not to pull any pranks like this again," Archer assured me, Archer's voice carrying a sincerity that was hard to ignore.

Austin said, without sparing any attention to the waiter in front of him. "Sorry again for bumping into you," Arabella apologized once again before going with Austin. 'And I'm also sorry for what I'm about to do to you and your family,' Bradley apologized inwardly and he headed back to his position.

Aleric prompted, noticing my sudden silence. I quickly shook everything off and resumed my composure, directing my attention back to Alpha Fredrick once more. “Ah… as I was saying, I’m happy to accept a written apology once you’ve had time to calm down and collect yourself in a proper manner befitting a member of this alliance. I will be expecting your prompt response with a gift and or compensation attached. Thank you.”

"My line offers a total apology." "An apology alters zero metrics on the board. It fails to ease the tension in my chest, and it simply acts as a stark reminder of how many times your erratic tracking patterns have left my inner wolf broken-hearted." I shoved his heavy wolfskin cloak back into his arms. "The new skates are pinching my ankle bones. My line is retreating to the home lodge immediately."

Arina's voice trembled with genuine remorse as she spoke, her eyes filled with tears mirroring the pain she had unwittingly caused her friend. “I am sorry, Lisa. I never meant for any of this to happen,” she whispered, her heart heavy with guilt as she reached out to touch Lisa's trembling hand. Lisa's response was soft, her voice carrying a hint of forgiveness as she looked into Arina's tear-filled eyes. “It's okay, Arina. You didn't know,” she replied, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as she attempted to offer comfort despite her pain.

Mate is about to let loose. “You meant your rejection the most, your apology the least, and scared me worse than anyone else,” Ari tells him. “So, I don’t know what you could have done. Anderson, at least, he meant his apology. Finley struggled with the rejection and really meant his apology. If I could have accepted him only, I would have.” “Hey, MINE,” Everly jokes, jumping in Finley’s lap. “All yours,” Ari looks at me. “You got a copy; I got the OG.”