Guilty Novels & Stories

Am I trying to be kind with the man who ordered to kill my mate? I looked away so I could not see his reaction. I don’t know but I think I’ll hate seeing his expression right now. “Don’t be guilty, I understand you.” I snapped my head to him. “I’m not guilty!” “Your face says so.” I can feel my face burning. Am I angry or ashamed? Why is it that I’m not sure with my own emotions? “Well, I’m not guilty. “ I looked away. “I only tell the truth so I have nothing to be guilty about.”

I spent the night tossing and turning. All of the negative emotions kept my eyes wide open. Sadness, anger, hurt, and guilt. So much guilt. Then, with the over bearing guilt came shame. I am ashamed of what I did to mom. I am ashamed of what I said to Adrian. I slept like shit. It's no rocket science to figure out my mood is wrecked in the morning. Fuck, I don't want to come to work like this. Actually, I don't want to do anything today. I want to ....

“I-I said no need! We don’t need to talk! We don’t need a witness anymore because…” “I-I’m the culprit.” “I-I killed them. I’m g-guilty, your honor.”

Ace pleaded like a baby. Stella's eyes went teary hearing this. "Baby listen to me carefully, You are only guilty if you have purposefully harmed someone. Do not feel guilty if you have not done so. Have you done something criminal? Or something that could be considered criminal? If not, do not feel guilty, and pay no heed to people who are trying to make you feel guilty. Just make them understand. Explain to them. And most importantly make yourself believe that you are not guilty" Stella said to him

What more astonished him was her audacity to experiment with his temper when he had not more than an hour ago showed her what he was capable of. His jaw twitched even before she opened her mouth. "I feel guilty" A thick drop of tear tumbled down her cheek as she continued to talk. Her finger poked his chest, unable to prick deep enough in his skin, yet accessing his heart. "She is the only friend I have. If you hurt her, I'll never forgive myself, let alone you" "I lost ten fucking million dollars ton-" "For a drug deal with fifteen year olds as your target" "I don't care who my customer is"

-"What do you mean you can't do anything about it? Why am I paying you so much money?" -"Bartholomew you have to understand the incriminating evidence is incontrovertible. You can no longer deny your guilt!" the lawyer explained. -"I don't care" I shouted out. -"Bartholomew calm down. If you admit your guilt, you will receive more favorable treatment that will certainly reduce your sentence" -"Are you nuts? What do you suggest?" -"Do you think that you have other alternative?" the lawyer scolded me.

"....and we ain't gotten to the part, where I get to ask y'all, whether he's guilty or not… So…" "Guilty…" They chanted in unison, interrupting Menelik. "He's guilty." "He's guilty…" "He's guilty…" "Woah!" Menelik smirked, a sly grin stretching across his face. "Okay. Okay. I get it… It seems y'all have decided the verdict, already…" "Yes… He's guilty." They thundered. "He's sooo guilty!!!" "I said, okay. I've heard y'all, aight…" Menelik roared, shushing the crowd. He wa

Third Person POV GUILTY!!! That's how I feel right now. "I feel as guilty as hell" I mean, What the hell did I just do?? How could I treat her like a fucking whore in front of everyone? That’s so bad! She is my mate, mine!!

he inquired, his voice like smooth silk wrapping around me. In the back of my mind, I could hear Papa urging me to be the person he knew I was: not who I’d been forced to become. I took a deep breath. Damn, I couldn’t believe I was fixing to do this! Looking the man squarely in the eyes, I stated, “Guilty, sir. Guilty of all I have been accused of.” My words settled in the room, and the man behind the desk raised an eyebrow, as if surprised at my admission. Then with a small shake of his head, he questioned, “You do realize you’ll get five to seven with your admission, right?”

Guilty Guilty Guilty They had found me guilty on all charges, which was ridiculous. I mean, come on, yeah sure, I couldn’t get away from some of them, but I was pretty good at covering my tracks. This was all because they were vindictive, tiny little worms, trying to overthrow the king. I’ll I’ll get out. I’ll find a way. I’ll hire better lawyers. I’ll bribe the next judge. I’ll kill a senator if I have to. But I was getting out one way or another.