Im Sorry Jon Novels & Stories

"What have I done? I'm so sorry Sheryl!" He trashed around the room, remorse full on his face. "It's okay, I forgive you." I chuckled, quite evilly, it caught his attention. "Forgive? How can you after all I've done?" "I said forgive, not forget, don't get it mixed up." His eyes widened at my declaration. I was not the same weak wolf I was when he met me and I will make sure he knows it. **** Everyone took Sheryl to be weak because of her lack of a wolf, it made it easy for everyone to prey on her, even her mate. But, what do they say about comebacks? It's always sweet with a hint of revenge. And that's exactly what Sheryl did.

"As you walk out of that door, walk out of my life as well." I told him as I looked him straight in the eye. All the love was gone. All the good memories faded. In their places were anger, hatred and disgust. He looked at me as if he couldn't believe what I was saying. "I'm sorry, please give me a chance to be a father to Dah-" "Leave!" I said in a dangerously low tone. He didn't deserve to be called a father. He didn't deserve to live at all, you know why? Because he took away everything from me. My virginity, my happiness, my education, my teenage life and my family. Everything. He was a monster and my daughter would never call him daddy.

The first time he met Emma, Abyan was already getting annoyed. How he is not aggravated, a girl with a tall body and boyish face called him 'Uncle.' Does his face look so old that he should be called that? Emma and Abyan first met on the same plane that took them from Moscow—Abyan has completed his education while Emma has just finished the holidays. Abyan often heard, 'Excuse me, Uncle, I'm sorry, Uncle, I need to get up first, right' did he have to speak with such a sentence? It gives Abyan a headache. However, who could have guessed they met two years after the first meeting again, and the girl's sentence remained the same, namely, "Excuse me, Uncle, her legs can be bent because I can't pass."

On the day a dispute broke out between my students, I saw Samantha again—the girl I had broken up with ten years ago; the girl who had been fighting wiped away her tears and cried out for her mother. Samantha froze when she saw me. After a long moment, she seemed to remember herself and quickly apologized. "Mr. Brooke, I'm sorry for causing you trouble." I handled the compensation matter strictly by the book. When everything was settled, she lingered behind the others, clearly wanting to speak but hesitating. "I remember you didn't want to be a teacher back then," she said. I smiled faintly and walked her to the office door. "People change. So do their thoughts." Just like my feelings for her—those had been turned over long ago.

When Alpha Adrian asked Flora to give up her dream to be by his side, she willingly accepted it and did So. When he forgot her birthday for three years in a row and said he was sorry, she forgave him every time. When he hurt her feelings time and time again, showing her he was more interested in her body than her soul, she stomached it and rationalized in her head that someday his love would mean more. But when he strode into the venue of their wedding and told her he was calling it off instead of saying ‘I do’ to her because of his ex-girlfriend. Flora realised the truth she had been denying herself all these years. She is and will never be anything to Alpha Adrian so when Adrian comes asking for forgiveness this time around, will she forgive him?

My fiancé goes missing after a grand and lavish engagement party. He leaves nothing but a letter behind. It states that his childhood sweetheart has a terminal illness—her only wish is to see the aurora. On the day he returns to the country, I visit him, wanting to call off the engagement. Ivana Jennings stands beside Jacob Gardner and weeps. "I'm sorry for putting you two in a tough spot, Ariel. I'll leave now. I'll never disturb you anymore!" Jacob stops her and shields her behind him. He looks at me frostily. "I'll kill you if you dare do anything to Ivana!" I sneer. "I don't deal with just about anyone for two reasons. Firstly, I don't want to dirty my hands. Secondly, I don't want to deal with rabid dogs."

In the day, Evelyn Jefferson is Warren Larkin's elegant and capable executive secretary. At night, she's his alluring bedfellow.After three years of such an arrangement, she thinks he loves her. But when she proposes to him, he says, "It's just a game—we fuck, not make love. Did you really think I'd take you seriously?"She loses hope in him and leaves without another word. From that day on, her life is transformed, and her career skyrockets. She becomes a renowned lawyer that no one in the industry dares offend. Countless suitors swarm her.He regrets his decision and pins her to the wall, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm yours in heart, mind, and soul. Will you marry me, please?"She smiles seductively. "Sorry, but you're standing in the way of my Mr. Right."

"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"...

After dying after a mall explosion I wake in a 7 year old body, wait I what? I become a child?!! OMG Good thing this child face is so exquisite however as soon as I wake up life is so hard. Both parents are missing, chased to death by the so-called relatives, have nothing to eat but I do have a gentle elder brother, an adorable younger brother and a sister-obsess twin brother. "Wife I came back fetching your gold" a certain main coiled his arms my waist "Wife?! Whose wife your calling?! I'm your big bro" A night had pass "Do you know your mistake?" "Yes, hubby I'm sorry" "Who am I?" "Your my younger bro--of my husband. I will beat anyone who dared to refuse to that!"

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”