Im Sorry Phineas Novels & Stories

“Sorry Alpha Lord. We won’t be late.” ~~~~end flashback~~~~

Philip sighed and said, “It seems that some people refuse to show respect to Commander Yorkshire. Okay then, let me go out and bash them up!” With that said, Philip went out. As soon as he walked out, Philip saw Young Master Finn. Young Master Finn was shouting, “Philip Clarke, my engagement got canceled because of you!”

Like having to literally run away from a horde of ducks and their ducklings, three manecoon cats, and two German Shepherds that targeted my shoes, I had to listen to this twenty-two-year-old man sob about some mystery woman and his pet sister. “You know what’s worse?” he squeaks, voice nearly gone now, before grabbing the box of tissues he brought along to blow his nose into. “No, but I’m sure you’ll let me hear all about it.” “Marcus might be resigning! He could literally be someone sobbing his heart out right now, but I can’t even call to apologize because he’s blocked me everywhere.” He leans over and grabs a large bag of cheese-flavored chips before stuffing his face with a handful of th

He shouts. “Alright.” Penn raised her hands up in mock surrender. “Wait, come to think of it, you two would have given me the same amount of grief and needless I mention that the grief you gave me because of the Prince was something more than this, so it is not enough. It is what friends do.” “I feel like I should pummel you to the ground.” Stanley gritted. “I am sorry that you had to see that.” Rima apologized as Penn's smile decreased.

I said on the phone while my brother shouted angrily on the other end. “Are you crazy? I am not Chloe. I am Flint.” He said on the other end. Then, when he realized what was happening, my brother barked in laughter. “You are so stupid!” He cried on the phone. “Same as you,” I replied. “See you later,” I added and cut the call. When I turned around, I saw Martina with her head bent. I don’t know if she was listening to my one-sided conversation. I would like to think that it was the reason she was looking dejected.

I'll be Labeebah Bakura. "Baayi, I'm sorry. I am truly sorry." Bashir Bakura pinched the space between his brows, let go of the skin and then massaged it. He pulled his hands through his slightly curly hair and leaned back in his chair, enough to watch his second daughter and last child, Falmata, cry. He was trying to determine the authenticity of her tears. "What are you sorry for?" He asked with a wave of his hand even though, somehow he knew. He knew the documents he had left in her mother's room for her to see had been seen and this was a reaction.

“Your Highness, did you make a mistake? Haven’t you always—” “Yes, Your Highness, please reconsider!” Duke Lapointe nearly collapsed to the ground. He crawled over to Henry and slapped him hard across the face. “You ungrateful wretch! Apologize to Her Highness at once! “That’s not unnecessary.” I slowly descended the steps. I walked over to Justin and reached out to him. Justin looked at me. His eyes brimmed with unsaid words. My heart fluttered. “Come and express your gratitude.” Justin smiled and rose respectfully. “Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Highness.”

I did not speak. Lysander gestured towards Lucien, and he quickly joined us. Lysander pushed him right in front of me while he stayed behind. “I’m so sorry, Phina,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I did not mean to annoy you or humiliate you like that. I’m just so confused about everything. She saved my life and also the promise I made… I don’t want the people to think I can’t even keep my own word. But then that is not an excuse… for being a dickhead. I’m sorry, Phina.”

Phoebe’s expression changed abruptly. “Impossible, absolutely impossible!” “Hehe, I’m just saying. I, too, think it's impossible!” Alex smiled. “Hmph!” She stomped her feet. “Is the boat I gave you before still there?” “That broken boat is so ugly...” Seeing Phoebe’s cold yet stern expression, he immediately said, “I think it’s still there!” “Now we’re talking! Sigh, who would have thought the little boy in my imagination has turned into a jerk like you. All the beautiful illusions belonging to my childhood are shattered.”

I am speechless and can’t even breathe, meanwhile Mitchum is cackling about fictional movie characters. Once I am able to breathe again I utter “Shammus.” Mitchum stops cackling and he looks at me and says, “You believe this crap? You think you are some sort of werewolf or something?” As I begin to nod my head, Phineas says, “Yes he is a werewolf, the same as you and your other friend here. Just as Clive, myself, and these other men are.” “I call bullshit,'' Mitchum says.