Burden Of Guilt: Haunted By Lies Novels & Stories

' I swallowed as my heart felt heavy because of her statement, "Sir I don't. I'd never. I just need clarity on somethings. I don't know what's happening. I'm trying to move on but I'm hunted. I breathe Anzania everyday. I want to know what's going on? Is it just perfume or is there a possibility that she really.." 'Maybe it's just guilt tricking you. You are over there sharing bed with the daughter of the man who killed your mate. Guilt is haunting you. What do you want to hear? That she is dead and you should live happily ever after? Or that you are losing your mind?'

I have better things to do than to talk to scum like you. A crowd formed as whispered criticism floated in the air. "That's the guy. He cheated on his girlfriend with her best friend." "And they got caught red-handed. Yet, he's acting like a worried boyfriend now? Ew. Can you believe that guy?" The crowd's judgmental looks turned Timothy red with shame, and the air itself was stuffy. Then, a cloying voice came from behind. "There you are, Timothy. I didn't see you when I woke up. I was scared."

“I buried you and I still can’t get rid of you. You’ve been with me every single day since that night.” I wanted to scream at him. To wrap my ghostly hands around his throat the way he had done to me. But all I could do was watch as the guilt washed over him again. It never left him. Not really. It had simply learned to live inside his bones, growing heavier with every passing year until it felt like it was the only thing keeping his failing heart beating.

CHAPTER 94 KILLIAN'S POV People like to imagine guilt as a sharp thing. A knife, a bullet or single wound that changes everything. They are wrong. Real guilt is quieter. It is a pebble slipped into your boot by someone you trusted. You keep walking because you have no choice, and with every mile the stone rubs the skin raw until pain becomes so familiar that you mistake it for part of yourself. I have been walking with mine for twenty-three years. The abandoned watchtower overlooks the entire valley, its upper platform open to the wind and the fading light of evening. Once, scouts had stood here to warn of invading armies.

Jonathan I had not slept in three days. Maybe four. I had lost count. The thing about guilt is that it doesn’t punch you in the face. It seeps into you, quietly, like a drug, and before you know it, you are trembling through meetings, forgetting your parking space, drinking espresso until your hands twitch, staring at your girlfriend’s name on your phone screen wondering if today is the day she finds out everything.

He scoffed and sneered, "No one would believe you after all your lies, Winter. "A person with stomach cancer should be taking care of themselves. They wouldn't work in a bar in a Playboy Bunny costume." Sherman and Jimmy had just made it to my bed, and they glared daggers at me as if I were their sworn enemy. "You're nothing but a liar, Winter. Did you really think you could swindle us out of our money by pretending to be ill? I'll have you know that you won't be getting a single cent of our family's fortune."

Rupert often followed her orders, and he'd do whatever she said. "Rupert…" At that moment, Rupert's gaze was hollow. He glanced at her coldly before looking away. "Why… Why must you treat me… like this…" Selena screamed. Soon, her last trace of hope died alongside her body. A strong wave of emptiness surged into my brothers' hearts immediately. They reflected on their own actions greatly, but remorse and agony continued to torment them to no end. Out of sheer intolerance toward the mistakes they had made, all of them ended up taking their own lives.

It was monstrous. “I know what you’re thinking,” Carl muttered, “but it’s not that simple. It’s my burden to carry.” “No,” Emmy said, shaking her head, her voice firmer now, “it’s not your burden alone. I love you, Carl. And I’m not going to let you bear it by yourself anymore.” Carl’s expression softened, but the guilt didn’t fade. It seemed etched into his very being, like a scar he could never wash away. Emmy took a deep breath, her resolve firming. “But that’s why I need to ask you something.”

The havoc I had wreaked on his life, the peril I had invited to his doorstep that had nearly claimed him, was a burden my soul couldn't bear. The guilt, the agony of his perceived loss, the phantom memories of him – they all conspired to seize me, casting me into the deepest abyss of torment, with no promise of deliverance. I was a shell of my former self, a ghost haunting my own life. My days were a monotonous cycle of lying in bed, drowning in a deluge of sorrowful memories of our shared moments.

I felt a surge of panic rising within me, the gravity of the moment sinking in like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach. Fear gripped me tightly, rendering me powerless and immobile. The weight of guilt and despair weighed heavily on my shoulders, a heavy burden that I struggled to bear. I stood frozen, engulfed by a sense of helplessness and regret, wishing desperately for a way to undo the tangled mess I had inadvertently woven. "Don't you know how he got injured?!" Clyde's accusation cut through me like a blade. The weight of his words bore down on me, dragging me into a whirlpool of guilt and regret. My heart sank as the gravity of my actions and their repercussions became painfully c