Guilty Novels & Stories

he intoned, his voice flat and final, “the court finds the defendant, Alicia Belmont, guilty of the murder of Maya Belmont.” The words hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled, but the bailiff’s hand on my arm kept me upright. Guilty. The room spun. I looked around wildly, desperate for someone... anyone... to see the truth in my eyes. My gaze snagged on Lea, perched in the row behind Killian. She was smiling brightly, a full, excited grin that lit up her face like she’d won the lottery. Her eyes sparkled with triumph as she leaned forward, whispering something to the woman beside her. She was happy. Thrilled, even. Finally

A sob from somewhere behind us. "On the charge of accessory to the murder of Richard Emmanuel?" "Guilty." Victor's hand crushed mine. His body was rigid beside me, vibrating with something too vast for the word relief. "On the charge of conspiracy to commit murder?" "Guilty." "On the charge of administration of a toxic substance?" "Guilty." "On the charges of fraud, coercion, and exploitation of a vulnerable adult?" "Guilty on all counts." Judge Harmon nodded. "The defendant will rise for sentencing."

“Aurelia, I am very sorry for being rude. I’m still angry with you for pushing me off the swing and calling me all those mean names. But Daddy Lincoln says you are my cousin, and family should forgive mistakes. Will you forgive me for being rude today?” “It’s okay. I was very mean to you and hurt you really badly. I’m sorry I pushed you off the swing that day. I didn’t mean to make you bleed. My mommy told me I had to push you and tell a lie so Lincoln would want to keep seeing me. Are we really cousins?”

After thanking the guard, she shifted her gaze to the sacred building of church. Today was a special day. A year ago on this very day, she had a taste of bitter venom called guilt. Guilt is a heavy emotion. It weighs the bearer down. Like a barbed wire, it constricts one's heart, mercilessly biting and splitting it. The victim can't do anything but endure. Angela was enduring the pain for the last one year. On this day, she had lost her baby because of her recklessness.

I asked, boring my eyes into his bald head. "Do you admit that you killed your mother?" I asked loudly. "Yes, your Honor." Mr Femi said stammering. "Since you admitted it,I would give my judgement based on that, murder is an offence punishable by the code 281 of the Nigerian constitution." "Hence, here is my verdict.But before then, there is a word that says what you sow is exactly want you will reap. The accused Mr Femi Salami is sentenced to death by hanging," I said avoiding gazes with the accused.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

DAHLIA Poor Judah, she thought to herself as she bathed in the natural pool, watching as the Gamma wolf gathered wood for the fire; he had a stupid grin plastered to his face and was walking a little funny; after the seventh time they'd fucked his left nut had disappeared completely, riding so far up into his body, she wondered if it was lodged in his throat, his voice was certainly deeper.

Just know I'm a living testimony. "She's not worth it, Giovanni!" Sebastian uttered. And to say his words infuriated me would be an understatement, as it hit quite a sensitive nerve. The term anger did not even begin to describe the emotion swirling within me at the very moment. And without thinking, I briskly stand up and shoved him to the nearest wall with my bare hands wrapped around his neck.

She gives us a small wave as they walk away. "One down," Ronan whispers, and my eyes snap to his calculating gaze. "One left," I growl, and the little shit shrugs his shoulders at me before walking to the dish bin. Anger at his stupid statement knocks my confusing emotions right out of my body. Guilt, anger, and the blatant stab of stubbornness run through me. I refuse to take another. I refuse to replace my mate! She was murdered because of me! Her beautiful life was cut short because a weak wolf feared my actions! No matter what connection I feel towards Hilda, Cindy is owed my loyalty until my last breath.

GUILTY (She's stole my heart) Episode 5 By Authoress Aria Previously on GUILTY "Your about to find out now" "What are you??" "Now you'll have no choice than to come to me yourself miss hoodie"I smiled Catalina I walked back home in thoughts,what happened to me there my eyes they changed color and I have never felt that powerful before like my body Wasn't mine anymore. "That's true cause it's ours"I heard a voice in my head