Haunting Remorse Novels & Stories

The truth is that without the bitterness in my heart, I can undo myself as easily as a tower of cards is blown. Hunter's chest moves at an accelerated pace, attracting my attention back to his muscles. For some strange reason, he seems bewildered and, at the same time, consumed by remorse. If I'm not mistaken, the opacity in your eyes is taking you away. Who knows for some memory that he would not like to remember.

I blush, I burn, I shudder while I pen the damnable atrocity. When reason returned with the morning—when I had slept off the fumes of the night’s debauch—I experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory of the deed. In the meantime the cat slowly recovered.{11} Image unavailable: “One night, returning home much intoxicated.”

His face twisted to an ugly mask of anger and his fist clenched at his sides, before I could react his hand struck my cheeks again, and my feet betrayed me as I lost balance and crashed into the edge of the table. Pain shot through my head as my head met the edge of the table. The room spun around me as I fought to keep my focus. My ears rang, drowning out the sound of Derek's voice as he shouted at me. I held my head as the pain increased. Amid the chaos, Derek's expression shifted from fear to disbelief when he saw the blood on my hand. His eyes widened, it was as if time had frozen and we were both caught in the gravity of what had just transpired.

I just couldn’t get her out of it. Howling into the sky, I scratched desperately at the earth to bury my head and have her image deleted from my memory. It felt like she was haunting me already. The run didn’t do me any good. I returned to the house and sat in the study with a bottle of whiskey in hand. “Maybe we shouldn’t have sent her off last night like that.” My wolf said. “It’s not our fault. I didn’t ask her to drive off. She chose to herself.” I responded feeling angry.

The ghostly specters taunted her with painful memories, wrapping her in chains of regret, robbing her of clarity. Around her, darkness surged like a hungry tide, enveloping her in swirling shadows as she fought against the tides of despair. “Remember the pain, the burden you bear,” her mother’s figure proclaimed, each word a dagger embedded deep within her heart. She wanted to escape, to break free from the shackles of twisted history, but every strand of memory felt so painfully real—an inexorable pull threatening to drown her.

I saw Adrian, still crouched in a corner, watching us in misery. He followed us all the way to a villa district but couldn't enter. From a distance, he stared at our windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of me forgiving him. Late that night, Caleb turned off the lights. As our shadows slowly collapsed onto the bed together, I heard a deafening roar. Caleb covered my ears and pressed his lips against mine in frustration. "Darling, focus. Don't listen to those barking dogs." I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love.

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."

Lenka It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. In fact, I’ve only been here once before. I experienced so much fear, a deep trauma. And when I arrived at my father’s grave, I remembered that brutal murder. Jonas was the one who did it, if only I had realized it back then. He wore a mask and quickly stabbed my father, stepping on him, and everything I remember could make my head spin and make me want to vomit. Now, it’s a bit better; I haven’t felt that way in a while. In reality, it may be because Jonas is dead—my vengeance was fulfilled.

What the hell was wrong with that daring woman? Did she not see the things she was doing to me? I kicked the fallen chair a second time and shoved my hands in my pockets, resisting the strong blasted urge to run after her and begged her for her forgiveness. I was filled with so much damn remorse for behaving with her as I had, I shook my head. I did not know why. But I was fucking remorseful. It is because she has 'bewitched' you. The voice at the back of my head mocked. *

“But no more of this rebellion and running from your proper place. You will obey me once again without question.” Halle could only tremble wordlessly, unable to form any coherent thoughts as the room tilted sickeningly. She felt like she was trapped in some hazy nightmare, struggling to cling to reality and reason. This twisted torment could not truly be real, could not be happening again after all this time… Her mother abruptly fisted a hand in her hair, brutally jerking upwards so Halle had no choice but to stare directly into the face that had featured so prominently in her nightmares for years. The expression hovering above her was utterly devoid of pity or remorse.