Haunting Remorse Novels & Stories

Before they could think or comprehend anything, the fire shone in the eyes of both Brothers, the real Fire. Someone who was secretly watching the plot, which she had written and edited, smirked devilishly and said, "Finally, Now the New Chapter of Your Life Begins, Mr. George Hemsworth." Her long, red-painted nails shone brightly in the moonlight, trampling over the hand of her victim. Her all-black attire, i.e., a black hoody, covered her properly.

My breathing became abnormal when the memories started to roll in. That night. I can never forget what happened. I can still feel the burning sensation in my back when he had caused me a bruise. my helpless cries and pleas. I could hear them all over again. I could hear them like it was happening in front of me. I closed my eyes to deprive myself of the illusions but it didn’t help. His face was all I could see. His words still resonated in my ears and I tried to shake my head from all of those haunting memories.

She encouraged herself He was her worst nightmare, a murderer, a killer. He's the reason behind her everyday tears and she was sure going to haunt him same way he did to her. Having encouraged her self enough. She lifted her head up and narrowed her eyes to meet his . Her gaze dropped instantly as it peered into the hot seething dark eyes. His eyes were blazing fire, his jaw tighten as though he was about to murder. Fear over took her as she shudder from where she stood still holding the tray that contained his breakfast. She couldn't tell what offense she had committed rather she prayed silently wishing he'd just voice it out rather than shot her with deadly glare that makes shiver ran down

I stomped off in a huff, muttering under my breath as I walked back and forth in front of the window. I need to calm myself and won't let that jerk or that article ruin my day. I've been avoiding being linked to my ex-husband ever again. Damn it! It seems like I've been traumatized. His presence, his voice, his face… and everything about him were making my mind and heart go wild. He's so damn frustrating! I felt Connor's presence behind me, stopping me from my restless movements. “Okay… okay… I'm sorry.” He gently tapped my shoulder.

He tugged at my arms, attempting to guide me away from the scene, his touch tender yet firm, as if shielding her from the brutality of the world. I follow silently, my gaze lingering on the still figure on the ground. The image seared into my mind, haunting me with its tragic finality. Bruce's cruel laughter, his disgusting smirk, his presence—all reduced to a memory. As we move away, the echoes of that moment linger, etching themselves into the fabric of our souls. The pain, the loss, and the chilling reminder that life can unravel in the blink of an eye—a haunting truth that we'll carry with us forever.

I watch on with unwillingness as the scene before me molests the vestiges of my sanity. I know how this all plays out, yet I remain powerless to stop it. I let out a thundering howl that makes the earthquake, atmosphere rumble and sky be pierced by streaks of purple lightning as the agony obliterates through every atom that gives me form, tearing my essram asunder. Orenda’s screams resound around me, lancing through me, leaving a boundless fissure of excruciating pain and desolation in its wake. My mind floods with thoughts and feelings I once never understood or could place a name to; remorse, shame, heartache, regret, fear, each one screaming at me to undo what I have done. But I can’t.

The world around me seemed to blur and distort, the voices of Ariana and the witch fading into a distant hum. "No," I whispered, my words barely audible as darkness closed in around me. "Not now." My body felt heavy, my limbs unresponsive as I fought against the encroaching void. The world slipped away, and my consciousness plummeted into a deep and unsettling slumber—a slumber that held within it the weight of remorse and longing, a slumber born from the tangled threads of regret and hope. In the midst of that darkness, the wolf's ire continued to burn—a silent rage that echoed within my mind, a constant reminder of the battles yet to be fought, the truths yet to be revealed.

Of course, fear has a way of summoning exactly what you dread. Footsteps sounded in the stairwell, slow and even. Then in the hallway. They got closer and closer… until they stopped. Right outside my door. - The handle turned, and the door creaked open. The person outside paused, as if inspecting the room. Then they stepped inside. I covered my mouth and curled tighter beneath the bed, afraid to even breathe. Black leather boots crossed the floor with soft, heavy steps. Every footstep felt like it landed straight on my heart.

“Lauren said you wanted to see me because you remembered something?” “Yes, I remembered seeing you grabbing my husband’s secretary by the arm and yelling at her.” “Is that right?” “That’s right.” “Well, I’m sure if you speak to Karen, she will tell you that we had a little misunderstanding and that was it.” “You see, that wasn’t it. I also remember why I was here that day my son died.” “Are you saying your memory has come back?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” “I see.” Dr. Ward says as he gets up from his chair, locks his office door, and then sits on the edge of his desk.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.