Remorse: The List Novels & Stories

I pleaded. “I know I'm such an asshole before, but I regret everything, Belle.” He said with deep remorse but that only made me feel worse. “Don't make me laugh! You have your Candice and your son. What happened to the choices you made? Regret? Are f*cking kidding me?” I painfully laughed as he only stared at me with quivering eyes. “I do regret meeting you in my life, Ronan.” “I promise, I will correct everything, so please… give me another chance.” He pleaded.

I spat. Upon seeing that the names indicated on the report had no blood relation, Lincoln jumped back in fright.

"Who on earth did you offend? The Alphas of the Violetmoon pack, the Brightdawn pack, the Starfang pack, and many other packs had just called me to call off our business collaborations. "Even Elder Faelan had just sent someone to reprimand me for not disciplining my daughter, and that you'd offended the successor to the Kingdom's throne. Our pack is falling into ruins, and it's all because of you! "Apologize immediately to the successor and beg her for forgiveness. If you fail to resolve this crisis, I'll cut ties with you!" Irina stared at me in disbelief. She was trembling all over out of fear. With a half smile, I taunted, "So? Who are you calling over to teach me a lesson?"

The group chat that had just fallen silent instantly came back to life. My father, John Samson, said, "Brenda really knows how to handle things. Anna, you should learn from her." My mother, Lydia Stone, added, "Exactly. You're the older one, but you still don't measure up to Brenda. You really need to reflect on yourself." Ronald jeered, "If you're going to apologize, do it right. Stop pretending you didn't know. Some people really are rotten to the core."

The stark black and white photo that had made my breath catch. "Liam..." I began, my voice quieter than I intended. I cleared my throat. "I saw your work. At the Shimura Gallery in Japan. A few weeks ago." I could feel him go still behind me. "The piece was called 'The Concealed Remorse'." I turned to look at him then. His face had gone pale, all the easy warmth from moments before completely gone. He looked like I'd slapped him. He clearly never, ever expected me to see that piece, let alone be standing here mentioning it to his face.

The pain of her own hurt mingled with the guilt of causing anguish to someone she held dear. In the silence of her room, Sukoon allowed herself to feel the magnitude of her remorse. Regret washed over her, a relentless wave of sorrow, as she grappled with the consequences of her thoughtless actions. She yearned for a way to turn back time, to undo the pain she had caused, but she knew deep down that words, once spoken, could not be erased.

"I know I have embarrassed and disappointed you. I truly regret everything I've done." Remos looked at Sandra with eyes full of questions. "What made you do something like this, Sandra?" he asked with a voice full of disbelief. "What made you think that this was the right thing to do?" Sandra bowed her head, feeling ashamed and remorseful for her actions. "I don't know, Remos," she said weakly. "I can't give a reasonable explanation for my actions. I just want to apologize and make things right." Remos sighed deeply, trying to quell his anger and disappointment. "Sandra, I hope you realize how serious your actions are," he said firmly. "What you did cannot be easily forgiven."

"Not until she decides to reject your dumb ass!" "I just... "Remy lowered his head and flattened his ears against his head, tail tucked between his legs as my words hit him like a physical blow. The past trauma still affected him, the fear of another rejection haunting him. A small whining sound escaped him, finally realizing that what he had done was wrong and it filled him with remorse. "I wanted to make sure this mate would stay with us. That she would love us." I sighed heavily. I was mad at him and myself as well, yet the signs of distress and shame in my wolf did not bring me any comfort. On the contrary, it made me sad.

Maybe it was a chill from her cold heart. Thalia rubbed the crystal necklace in a comforting manner. It was a beautiful aventurine necklace her mother had given her before she passed. The necklace was one of the most beautiful possessions she owned. The aventurine exuded an ethereal glow. Its polished surface shimmered with hues of vibrant green. The pretty green hues of the crystal resonated with her heart, reminding her of the boundless beauty of nature.

A fresh type of pain—regret mixed with gratitude—replaced the anguish in Fred's chest as he watched her leave. He exhales deeply as the door clicks shut, hoping that his tiny gesture of remorse will be the first step toward repairing the damage he has caused to his friendship with Linda.