Guilty Novels & Stories

For the first time in a long time, Sabrina felt guilt. And It's not any kind of guilt that she had felt before. This one was stronger and more personal. “I'm sorry.” Said Sabrina remorseful. She didn't feel bad that she rejected josh, but she does feel bad that she was the reason his life has ended so soon. “Sorry?” Spat the man. “Would that bring him back to life, Sabrina? Would your “sorry” bring my brother back to life?!” He added, yelling furiously, trying to break free from the chair.

When both securities saw him there was this uneasiness they felt but rather they can't do anything till they find him guilty. He walked right to them and they inspected every inch of his body but found nothing, "You can go in now sir"; the security man spoke politely as he discovered that there was nothing harmful about the brunet. Kagami walked in quietly with a grin on his face, the moment he walked in he dashed over to the cashier,

Damien cut her off by kissing her lips. He pulled away, caressing her face softly. "I'm so sorry." He kissed her again. "You don't know how guilty I feel." He pecked her lips. "I don't care if you're black, pink or blue. Even if you are just my servant I don't fucking care. I just want you. I just want you." He pecked her lips.

"What is this about?" He looked like he wasn't affected by my taunts but I knew he was. When a person is guilty of something, he gets anxious and that was Toshiro's current situation. He had no idea what I wanted to say but because he had comitted so many crimes, he felt guilty and scared either way. I couldn't but feel very satisfied. There was a kind of joy that came with seeing him so rattled. The Gossip Lord. My number one suspect as the asshole who made the video on Aera.

he yelled "Sir, people are looking for you." "I said I do not want to be disturbed! Liam was almost roaring and headed to the door to shove her outside and close the door in her face. However, the door further opened, and two men in jackets walked in instead. "Who the hell are you?" he yelled, looking at his watch. The board members were soon going to start arriving. The two men introduced themselves to the FBI. Liam's heart stopped for a second. "Mr. Liam, you are under arrest for pimping, trafficking models, and money laundering," the officer said, sending Liam into a frozen stupor.

“You are covered in your own blood and the dried juices of your lover.” My body is so heavy, I feel like I could fall asleep standing. “Answer us, girl!” My father demands. “Guilty or Not Guilty.” As I stand there, listening to them proclaim my guilt, I feel the weight of everything falling on my shoulders. But I also feel rage at the injustice of this system. “Guilty…not guilty…” I repeat sarcastically, my voice gaining strength as I try to contain my anger at this situation. “How can I be guilty if I don’t know what happened?”

But then something inside her seemed to break, and she let out a shaky breath. “I felt guilty,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her hands clenched into fists as if trying to hold herself together, but it was clear she was unraveling. “Guilty?” Jarrel echoed, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Guilty about what?” Hana’s eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head as if trying to push the words away. But they came anyway, spilling out like a flood she couldn’t control. “Guilty for staying with you,” she said, her voice trembling. “For staying by the side of

I reclined back, solely in my underwear now. I was using my 'I'm disappointed in you' voice. Yes, I was 'guilting' a girl into having sex. Duh. I would never coerce a woman, or take one not in her right mind – that's using forces beyond her control. Guilt? Guilt has a foundation squarely in a woman's mind, just like humor, romance, common interests (feigned or not) and horniness. Girls can control guilt just like any other psychological trigger. It is called being shameless and I ought to know.

They tried to make us the bad guys. But the proof was too strong. The jurors spent six hours deliberating. My heart raced when they came back. "Has the jury made a decision?" Yes, Your Honour. How do you find on the charge of fraud? Guilty." "On the charge of conspiracy?" "Yes." For making up evidence?Guilty. Elena began to cry. Damien just looked at the table. Guilty. For all of them. Kael's hand got tighter around mine. It was done. It's really over.

Starting his car, the trickle of anxiety that he’d damaged it abating as the engine purred to life, he steadied his trembling hands on the wheel and hit the gas, skidding out of the lot and onto the dark streets. Ten minutes later, Booker’s derelict apartment block pulled into view. Screeching to a halt by the curb, he wiped the beads of sweat dotting his upper lip, his remaining hand impatiently tapping on the steering wheel as he attempted to garner some composure. The next step of the plan was to take one of Booker’s burner phones, giving him a way of communicating with Zoe – something he didn’t know if he had the heart to do. The newly-acquainted sensation prickled the hairs on the back