Guilty Novels & Stories

*Zayn* I trusted Alexis with my life but the think was that I didn't trust that other guy Jonathan around her. I couldn't trust any guy around her. I mean...take a look at her. Who wouldn't want to have that woman in his bed even for once? It was the first time I was experiencing this jealousy, this green fever that made my heart pound like crazy and make my mind build up scenarios that only made me more anxious than I already was.

He began. "Listen attentively; Alpha Ailwyn of the Silver pack, you are accused of conspiracy with your wife, Luna Dessa of committing a felony that took place some years back at your old pack house, that is to say; treason/ murder/ blackmailing, contrary to section 12 of the criminal code. Are you guilty or not guilty?" "I am not a guilty at all." He disagreed. "Do you understand the charge?" "Yes, I do." He affirmed.

Stella stammered frantically biting her fingers. "Listen up, we have to make more plans to keep her stuck in that place, and enough of all that conscience nonsense, we are in this together and if you stupidly let this out, I will personally shoot you. Get that into your head!" Gena stated flatly. "Did I tell you I am going to say something? I was only feeling guilty, I mean, I was the one that saved her and she trusted me, if I knew I was bent on making her life even more miserable, I shouldn't have come across her. God, that poor girl" Stella mumbled.

she lost a lot of blood so he had to be fertilized with blood in her body. While examining her condition, he was feel so guilty, because he let her experience such this condition she had right now. Even he is not the one who imprisoned her and hurt her, he is also included in the sin that was committed to his boss, because hiding, and tolerating the criminal is also a crime. he was sigh immediately took his phone and call the police to report. he can't hide this crime anymore.

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o

Cherry noticed that the suspect did not appear nervous, panicked, or scared when he was presented with photos of the victims. Instead, she detected a flash of guilt hidden deep within his eyes. Yes, it was guilt. However, it was not the kind of shame and remorse that overcame someone because they were upset about their wrongdoings; it was the kind of profound sorrow that a person experienced when they were deeply disappointed about something. Or someone. Naturally, a normal person would not be able to detect such a subtle distinction but it was part of her job. Even the slightest change would not escape her.

Futile. They forced him to the scale and made him place his hand onto the scale’s shining surface. At once, the scale began to tremble. Zedekiel closed his eyes as Alaric’s recent memories involving the crime rushed into his mind. He sifted through them one by one then opened his eyes. One side of the scale dipped lower than the other, where the word ‘Guilty’ gleamed in crimson script. “Zedekiel please…” Alaric begged, shaking his head. “Don't do this.”

I feel a pang in my chest as I watch him, powerless to help. “Gamma Billy Myricks,” he begins, his voice grave. “This Council has reviewed the testimonies, the evidence, and the context of this case. By the authority granted to us by the Lycanthropic Constitution, we find you guilty of murder.” Billy’s breath hitches, his shoulders trembling.

Isabella's hold on Seth hand became more firm. "On the count of witness tampering, we find the defendant guilty." The word "guilty" rang out in the quiet courtroom as the clerk proceeded through the long list of charges, which included bribery, money laundering, obstruction of justice, blackmail, and harassment. Richard was still upright, but his face had turned pale.

You think I don't hate myself? "Yes!" The word burst out of me before I could stop it. "I think you hate yourself. I think you're drowning in guilt and shame and all those noble feelings that let you pretend you're a good person despite what you're doing. But you know what, Aurelio? You don't get to use your guilt as a shield”. His face had gone pale again, but this time with anger instead of fear. “But I am doing something wrong, Camille. How can I not feel guilty?. The reality of this Camille is that I'm cheating on my wife. With you. That's what this is."