Haunting Remorse Novels & Stories

"It's Angelina's birthday. Just die if you're so eager for attention." Her remark seemed to inspire the killer as he carved wounds into my body, tortured me, fed my flesh to dogs, and shattered my bones bit by bit before scattering them in various places. As he discarded my final bone, I heard him say in satisfaction, "I guess I fulfill her mother's wish perfectly." I lingered in silence by the filthy ditch, waiting for the day when my mother would remember me and wonder where I had gone. Alas, I didn't get to see her. Instead, an old woman found me.

The realization of his betrayal was like a knife twisting in his gut, leaving him feeling sick with remorse. Haunted by the image of Hailee's hurt expression, Sebastian's mind raced, replaying the scene over and over again. He cursed himself for his weakness, for the choices he had made that had brought him to this point. How could he have been so blind to the consequences of his actions?

I was so blinded by greed that I even planned to have her killed. In the wake of my reckless actions, I found myself consumed by a suffocating remorse that seemed to weigh heavily on my every step. Regret gnawed at the corners of my consciousness, a constant companion reminding me of the irreversible choices I had made. The world around me had lost its vibrancy, and the once-familiar paths felt shrouded in shadows.

She replied softly. "Good, close your eyes." She followed my instructions as I placed my fingers on her temple, delving into her mind to access her memories of the massacre. As I relived the horror from her, I felt her fear and pain, transforming into tangible shadows that clung to me like parasites, feeding off my emotions. I forcibly shook them off and eliminated the summoned ghosts and shadows before conducting another thorough sweep of the memories, ensuring that no shadow remained in her mind, finally, I pulled out.

My body, with only my torn clothes covering it, shivers at both the coldness of the air-conditioner nudging my skin and the heat of my deepest regret coursing inside of me. I wish this is just all a nightmare where I can still wake up! I thought I’m ready to kill! But after doing it, the pangs of conscience are daunting me and will continue to daunt me for the rest of my life, if I’ll still have a life after tonight! As remorse devours me, indecisive soft footsteps echo from the hallway. They’re nearing the room where I’m laid almost immobilized. And goes along with those footsteps is Vivienne’s scent.

The depth of his regret intensifies, reminding him of the irreversible damage he has caused. In his heart, he carries the weight of her tears, the weight of her fear. It is a burden that eats away at him, gnawing at his conscience, and leaving him hollow inside. The weight of his remorse becomes an inescapable prison, trapping him in a cycle of regret and self-condemnation.

-The night before their date.- The memories of haunting past are like ghost that keeps haunting back. The shadow figures scowling around was not new sight for him. They exist to bring forth the guilt of his actions no matter how deep he tries to bury it. It was the bloodied woman, the two bully who grew afraid of him, and silhouette unknown people. They walked towards him watching him as he sleeps. The moment he opens his eyes he saw the bloodied covered figure staring cold bloodied with anguish and vengeance.

She’s 20 years old by now, surely she is a beautiful lady… same as my mother. My head is too occupied that I missed to see the traffic light changed into red, before I realized A sixteen-wheeler truck smash the left side of my car, like a lightning. I bounced many times and a blinding light covers me. There are people around me, a woman with a cherry lip and a figure of a man. I’ve been here before; I saw this before. That’s what my mind is telling me. I am trying to regain my consciousness as I try to figure out who is this woman holding me, or is there even a woman… am I dead? Who are they, they are speaking but my ears cannot hear. I try to be conscious but my eyes were heavy... I cannot

But no matter how hard I tried, all I could see was the pain and anger reflected in her eyes. The weight of my actions settles deeper within me as my father's voice fades into the background. Guilt gnaws at my insides, twisting and turning like a relentless storm. And as the night carried on, I couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling of remorse. As each minute passed, the atmosphere grew thicker and more suffocating, its grip tightening around me. I couldn't take these overwhelming emotions any longer, and so I stepped out into the night in search of her. Perhaps if I could apologize, these tormenting feelings would finally cease.

As my words resonated through the room, so did the overwhelming pressure of my commanding authority. Sensing it, Horatius became frantic. He almost fell to his knees to beg for mercy, but I stopped him. "Horatius, you saw with your own eyes how they insulted me. Are you trying to cover up for them?" Iris barked, "Don't show them mercy. How else are we supposed to uphold the Kingdom's dignity?" Irina didn't realize how flustered Horatius was. Her tone was laced with sarcasm. "The consequences of doing you wrong? I'm amused. What can an Omega like you do to me?