Hối Hận Novels & Stories

"Do you remember what you did? The pain you caused?" Tara's gaze met mine, and for a moment, there was a hint of remorse in her eyes. She looked somber, as if weighed down by the memories that had resurfaced. "Catarina, oh my goodness. I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with regret. "I know I hurt you, and I wish I could take it all back."

“I gifted you that bag on your birthday. You promised me you would cherish it forever, just like you said our friendship meant everything. And now you tell your mom to throw it away like garbage? Do you hate me that much now? After everything we went through?” I scoffed loudly. “I was so foolish and stupid back then,” I said coldly. “I don’t feel anything for that anymore.”

“He was back there and-” “I know. Marcus invited him.” Triston cut me off, “It’s fine. Just don’t ever go near him. Ever again.” I knew the sound of hurt behind the words he said. I understood why. I cheated on him. I hurt him and now, after three years, he was still trying to cope. “I promise you,” my voice was hushed, “Never again.”

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 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?

She laughs through her sobs and says, "Ironic, isn't it? I yelled at you for cursing in front of Macy." God, I wish I could move and hold her. I hate hearing her cry. "Oh my God, Jessie. I'm sorry," I hear Carol choke in a soothing whisper as Jessie's sobs are muffled. "Your family is waiting for an update. It's been four hours." "I can't leave her, the twins are kicking like crazy. I thought I was going to lose them when I heard that woman through her phone," she chokes in broken sobs. "I'll go update them," Carol says in sympathy.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

“It’s just a matter of time, Cohen. Human are different, we’ve different way to vent our anger, and I can understand if the victim doesn’t give a chance. For you to be in this kind of situation, you must have caused the person pains. You must have hurt the person. The person must have got broken because of you…” Cohen nodded with uncontrollable tears, forcing their ways out of his eyes. “Yes, she is,” he agreed. “She is hurt, broken because I betrayed her. I caused her an enormous pain. I hurt her, and I left a wound in her heart. I did the worst for her.” Veronica tightened her lips and joggled her head. “You’re in regret for your action, aren’t you?” She forwarded a question. “Yes, I do,”

As he recounted the events of their past, the room seemed to close in around them. When he finished, Olivia stared at him, her emotions were a storm of anger, sorrow, and confusion. “You… you hurt me,” she said, her voice trembles. “And yet, here you are, acting like you’re my savior.” Victor steps closer; his expression pained. “I can’t undo what I’ve done. But I can spend the rest of my life making it right.” Her eyes filled with tears and her heart torn. The man before her was a paradox…. both the source of her pain and the anchor of her present. Could she reconcile the two?

armor had been stripped away, leaving something raw and painfully human underneath. There was a deep, echoing sadness in his eyes that acted like a mirror to her own. It was a shared torture—the longing for a bridge that they both feared was permanently burned. “You’re so kind, and sweet and so goddamn beautiful, Liv,” he said, his voice softening into a terrifyingly gentle caress. “And when I met you, I was… drawn to that energy and light in you. I know I'm apologising for so much, but I’m sorry I didn't know how to handle it. I hope you believe me. I really do.”