Make Amends Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“If you want to make amends, go back to the hospital. Do something that actually helps, instead of tearing open wounds you created.” the hospital

If he wanted distance, I’d give him distance. “Until I figure out what your true intentions are,” I said quietly, “you will not be left alone with my children. Not for a second. Especially because you still haven’t spared a single thought for their mother.” I turned to walk away. And then his voice, quiet, almost fragile, cut through the air. “I want to make amends.” I froze. The words were unexpected enough to pull a bitter laugh out of me. “Amends?” I asked, my back still turned. “It’s too late for that.”

"I realize how big mistakes I have made towards you. I was too caught up in hatred, jealousy, and selfishness. I regret the bad actions I have done." Amanda listened with an open heart but remained cautious. She still felt the sting of her wounds. However, she saw the sincerity in Madam Vena's eyes and chose to give her a second chance. "In this life, we all make mistakes," Amanda spoke softly. "I appreciate your apology, Mrs. Vena. However, I hope we can start again with a clean heart without grudges. We must learn from our mistakes and try to build better relationships in the future." Mrs. Vena felt the burden in her heart begins to lighten. Slowly but surely, a new bond between them began

, Alec assured her . " I will be thankful to your favor . " , Amara said . " Don't drown me to the guilt , you know the reason for all this . " , Alec said . " Mr. Alec let bygones be bygones . Let's start from fresh . " , Amara move forward her hand for the harmony. Alec did hand shake with her as a sign of begining and said , " I hope now your struggles will come to end . " " Now everythhing is sorted let's go for dinner . " , Michelle suggested .

Her head lowered, as she sobbed. A heavy silence enveloped them, and at that moment, Adrian felt a deep sense of remorse and guilt wash over him. He let go of his anger, realising that he had hurt her deeply, and all he wanted now was to make amends and mend the fractures in their relationship. With a sigh, he took a step towards Amara, his eyes filled with regret, and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Amara. I didn't mean any of that." Amara raised her hand, stopping him as she shook her head. “Please, leave.” Her shaky voice squeezed his chest. Adrian gritted his teeth. What had he done?

Amenda, faithful to herself, had released the heavy artillery: a tight black pencil skirt, a silky red blouse just what it needed, and assorted pumps that slammed on the ground with each step. Elias was already there, leaning against the car, a slight smirk. He opened the door to us with this discreet gallantry that was its own. -Ladies, he said simply. We settled in the back, amended on one side, me on the other. The engine barely purred that already amended had triggered its “non-stop” mode. She was talking about everything and nothing, convinced that I listened to her: -You know, there is this new store on the avenue, they have incredible bags, and then ... Oh, it is absolutely necessary

"I don't need it. Take this away." Dickson, with a determined gaze, insisted, "No, keep it! I'll be even more upset if you don't accept it. You needn't feel uneasy. Neither you nor I owe each other anything. Don't worry." Dickson grasped Amanda's hand, forcing the card into her palm. "Take the money and consider it as medical bills. It's my way of making it up to you. Use it to find a better house. If you're short on money, just let me know!" Dickson couldn't think of any other way to make amends. While committed to marrying Amelia, he sought to compensate Amanda for his actions. Amanda, however, insisted, "Dickson, I really don't need it."

“Peace does that, I guess.” She nodded, her throat tightening. “I can see that.” The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was full full of what they’d been through, full of the things that didn’t need to be said out loud. He gestured to the fence. “I, uh… fix things now. Turns out, I’m better at mending wood than hearts.” Amara’s lips curved. “Maybe both need the same patience.” He looked at her then really looked. And something in his gaze trembled, like he was seeing sunlight after years of storm.

After almost ten minutes of hearing just the soft sobs of Amanda, she finally tightened her embrace on Gray. “Thank you,” she said, holding the pendant in between her palms. “Thank you for returning this. This is very important to my husband.” She wiped away the tears dropping to her cheeks. “I’m sorry it’s a bit out of shape.” Gray pointed at the distorted part at the back of the pendant where the bullet once sank into. “I swear it’s not my fault.” Amanda softly chuckled. “You girls seemed to have come a long way.” She glanced at Zia. “I have cookies inside. Would you care to have a taste?”

"We'll speak with Master Johannes in the morning. Perhaps some restoration is possible." Amali stood awkwardly to the side, her initial satisfaction having evaporated under the weight of collective disapproval. "I... I'll replace it," she offered weakly. "Some things cannot simply be replaced," Uncle Richard finally spoke, his voice tight with embarrassment at his daughter's behaviour. "You will make amends properly, Amali." Alpha Mick nodded, his expression stern. "We will discuss appropriate restitution tomorrow. For now, I believe this evening has reached its conclusion."