Haunting Remorse Novels & Stories

His touch was warm, filled with quiet care. Hazel's laughter faltered. The last trace of her consciousness faded, a single tear sliding from the corner of the wolf skull's eye socket as her spirit finally dispersed. Her final thought lingered in the air like an echo. "Why? Why can't I ever win against you?" I ordered the maid to clean everything up. As I turned back, my gaze fell on Xavier. His sudden appearance surprised me. "Why are you here?" I asked. "It's getting colder," he said gently. "You should wear more layers."

She slumped to the floor, "...I would... actually... arhhh, get what I want for the... first time in my life. Things... went my way for the first... time!" Isa walked up to her and crouched before her, "I'm glad I could help. Now, go to hell." She hovered her hand above her head and closed her eyes like she was possessing her soul. She smiled before opening her eyes, took a last look at the dead lady before she stood back up and left without looking back. She came out of the library and walked down the hallway. Her steps were precise and firm. Her eyes were dull and looking right ahead. She looked like someone who just murdered someone. Literally.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

No one needs to kill a person whose already drowning in an ocean of guilt. He didn't take those words seriously as he thought Xander might be just mistaking Rose's desperation to earn forgiveness as Regret but now Harry knew he was right. She's indeed drowning in the river of remorse. She's dying in regret. She has lost herself while trying to redeem the vicious act she did. One sin. Only one sin she did cause him so much to lose. He knew it wasn't entirely her fault but it was still her fault but could his revenge cure the painful past he had by making her present full of thorns.

Chapter 3 The words hung in the air like poison, but I felt nothing. No rage, no heartbreak, no desperate need to scream at the injustice of it all. Just a strange, hollow emptiness where those feelings should have been. I stood in the doorway of my own home, watching my husband grope another woman while my son looked at me with pure disgust, and all I could think was how quiet everything had become inside my head. The silence was almost peaceful, like standing in the eye of a hurricane while everything around me spun into chaos.

The error tone sounded almost like mockery. I clenched my fists, feeling frustration and fear twist together in my chest. Everything had worked perfectly when I registered my fingerprints in the admin department. Why did it fail the moment I reached the clock-in machine? Was I really about to relive the same nightmare as my last life? While I stood there frozen, several coworkers glanced over. A few even stepped forward kindly, asking if I needed help. As I watched them gather, an idea formed in my mind. I apologized timidly. "I am the new hire, Emma Lane. I'm sorry to bother you, but the fingerprint scanner just won't recognize me."

Before I left, I met Ivy one last time. “Julian, I know I was wrong. Can we go back to how things were?” Standing there, heavily pregnant with teary eyes, she begged me to remarry her. Never had I ever seen her humbled herself like this before. Perhaps, she truly regretted it. Alas, it was all too late. Forcing myself to stay calm and hold my temper, I said, “You’re carrying another man’s child. How am I supposed to marry you? You don’t really think I’m foolish enough to be someone else’s fall guy, do you?”

Not long after, the grand annual Moonlit Gala commenced in Blackwood Estate's main hall. I was adorned in a custom gown, the moonstone necklace Damian had commissioned resting cool against my skin. He'd had it retrieved after Caleb's last brazen theft, and when he placed it back around my neck, he'd infused it with a potent protective charm. "Afraid he'll try to steal it again?" I teased, a smile playing on my lips. "Afraid he'll get too close to you," Damian murmured, his tone serious. "This charm makes any wolf, except me, profoundly uncomfortable the moment they encroach upon your personal space."

"You were mumbling in your sleep, 'Don't abandon me. Don't shove me.' What's haunting you?" I calmed down, realizing Andrea's post had resurrected my past traumas. In the dream, my parents dumped me at boarding school, the endless dark corridors amplifying my terror. I pleaded to go home with them, only to be rebuffed coldly. Then the scene morphed to the icy ocean, water choking me as I screamed silently for rescue. Trembling, I clung to Levi, unleashing a torrent of tears. He rocked me soothingly, his steady presence a lifeline. The heat from his chest grounded me in the present.

The journey ahead remained obscured, and Carla, caught in the ebb and flow of conflicting emotions, awaited the dawn that held the key to her redemption or descent into the abyss. Amidst the profound darkness of the secluded haven, Carla's determination solidified like a blade forged in the crucible of her pain. The weight of her losses, the echoes of her regrets, and the burning embers of revenge converged into a singular resolve that pulsed within her with an almost palpable intensity.