Romans & histoires Dreadful Sorry Book

So There's my warning thanks. Have a wonderful reading. This book is rated by two different ages in some platforms...so there may be hidden contents in the Platform that is rated 17+. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• ********************** "Here I was.... thinking that he had ruined my name in Grundy....I didn't know that he....That a**hole had almost ruined me in the whole world!!!!!!" I became angry...so angry it hurt me So much...it began to hurt me...I began to hyperventilate...I wanted That Denise dead....I wanted him to be punished...I need it... staring at Drex who seemed to read my mind.

Third-person POV Adrian enjoyed the entire day with his friends. It wasn’t until they arrived at the hotel that they were informed the birthday dinner and the reserved room had been fully canceled. Everyone was exhausted and hungry, and complaints immediately broke out. Still, deep down, they all understood. Being ignored so completely on her own birthday, Julia was bound to feel wronged. Bella’s nose reddened. Tears slowly slid down her face. "I’m sorry. Julia must be angry at me, so she’s throwing a tantrum. It’s all my fault for dragging everyone down. I should just leave."

"You tell me you are sorry, but what exactly are you apologising for? Are you sorry for humiliating me? For deceiving me and making me stay married to you even when you knew I wanted out of the marriage? Are you sorry for refusing to reject the mate bond between us? Are you sorry for taking my kids away from me and refusing to believe that I didn't cheat on you? Are you sorry for sexually abusing me, for turning me into your slave? Are you sorry for making me kneel and grovel to your best friend even when I did nothing wrong? Are you sorry for throwing me into that goddamned cell and making me starve for days? ARE YOU SORRY FOR MAKING MY LIFE HELL?" He took a step closer to me."Dahlia please

It is in this state of isolation that I meet Leo. It’s a rainy Thursday, and my favorite café is crowded. I’m dripping wet, feeling sorry for myself, and desperate for a large, strong coffee. I don’t notice the man until I’ve stepped back from the counter and directly into his path, sloshing my scalding latte down the front of his worn, grey sweater. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” I gasp, mortified. I look up, ready to offer to pay for dry cleaning. And I stop.

“Go apologize to Lydia. Apologize for everything you’ve messed up.” “Why should I apologize?” Josie shot back. “I tried my best!” “Tried?” Milton snarled. “Your ‘best’ nearly destroyed our entire clan! Now apologize, or every single one of your couture gowns and limited-edition sports cars goes back!” The words “limited-edition sports cars” made me laugh coldly. I remembered thirty years ago, I’d found an ancient manuscript on the First-born bloodline that cost three million euros. I wanted to buy it to study, to strengthen the clan.

Andrew’s forehead was drenched in sweat from the pain, but he was still smiling and comforting me, “The small blade wouldn’t hurt me. It’s not painful, don’t worry.” “Thank you, Andrew.” I hugged Andrew and cried for his love and for all the hurt he had endured all these years because of me.

Ruffled hair and miserable face. "I said I'm sorry, I just don't want to depend on you for everything, it hurts me to know that I'm incapable of affording myself! You know what today my manager gave me a salary because he trusts me because you! Why? Why Mr Bernard? Why should I take your favour?" She looked up at him, in his dark eyes and questioned. He was already looking at her, his expressions stark and cold.

she says softly , guilt chokes her. “I am so sorry that you had to live your life believing I was dead – I will never forgive myself for leaving you and your father the way that I had did…I truly regret not watching you grow up from my precious little girl to the extraordinarily beautiful woman you have become” her eyes start filling up with tears. Though I am upset that I was lied to about her death , something in me softens when I see her apologising to me. “It’s okay…” I say gently to her , offering her a small smile which she gladly returns.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

Dante turned his back to me and walked to his car. ‘No! I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it! I’m sorry! I’m very sorry!’ I wanted to scream at him, but my words refused to leave my mouth. I just stood, watching him enter his car and zoom off. I’m sorry. I messed up. I messed up big time. I’m a horrible person. A horrible, despicable person.