Remorse: The List Novels & Stories

If he hadn't come for her, if he hadn't tried to negotiate at the last second… That bullet would've gone straight through her head. "Jade Marie Carter!" Elysia shrieked, covering both ears as though she didn't want to hear another word. Jade burst into laughter. Nicholas quickly joined in, the two of them laughing so hard that Jade had to hold onto her side. They were still laughing when the door slowly creaked open. A head of bright red hair cautiously peeked into the room. Remy. He blinked at the cheerful atmosphere before tilting his head like an overly curious capybara.

His pleas for a second chance were not a sign of genuine remorse; they were a testament to his selfishness, his expectation that she would simply forgive and forget. She closed the laptop, the screen going dark, plunging the room into a semi-darkness illuminated only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. She sat there for a long time, the weight of the messages pressing down on her. Samantha’s message, brief and remorseful, hinted at a shared experience of Thomas’s deceit. Thomas’s messages, long and pleading, painted a picture of a man who regretted his actions, but perhaps only because of the consequences he was now facing.

You disgust me! Cassidy collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain, still begging for Graham's mercy. I watched as the reporters furiously snapped photos of Cassidy's humiliation. In that moment, I knew her career was over. After Cassidy was dragged away by security, Graham paid no attention to the onlookers. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of me, as if begging for redemption. "I'm sorry. I was blind and stupid. Now I see Cassidy for what she really is. Please, give me another chance…

Moretti. I set the page down with the same deliberate care I would use setting down something breakable. "He added a personal note," I said. "Yes," Léa said. "He wants to speak with the designer directly." "Yes," Léa said again. She was watching me with the focused attention she used when she was reading a situation rather than simply observing it. "I want to know how you would like me to respond." I stood up from the stool and walked to the window. The Garment District below was doing what it always did in the morning, trucks unloading, fabric rolls on hand carts, people moving with the purposeful speed of an industry that ran on deadlines.

Unfortunately, I would never live to hear those words. "I'm sorry. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for giving me the gift of sight." Leon stood nearby, tears running down his face. I hovered above them, quietly watching. My revenge was complete. Everyone who had wronged me had paid the price. Yet inside me, there was only emptiness. I watched Leon and Daria, dependent on each other, slowly disappear into the distance. A gentle wind stirred, and I felt my spirit growing fainter, more transparent, until I began to fade away in the warm sunlight.

Webber She began flipping through the pages, reading through a series of listed achievements and matters of interest accompanied by aged photos and personal anecdotes from the author as she considered every word carefully. It told the story of Ramus, a man spiraling out of control, and though it was never directly addressed, a clear picture was painted of his dissent into the darkness of selfish ambition.

Amid the heated argument, there was a sudden knock on the office door. "We found the final piece of the victim's skull. It's in the Ames Forest on Amaron Mountain." There was a pregnant pause in the office once those words fell. After all, the Ames Forest was where Dad had died. Nevertheless, my mother was quick to regain her composure. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said, "Just you guys wait. I'll reconstruct the victim's face perfectly and prove that Ariana is nothing but a liar!

Before I left, I met Ivy one last time. “Julian, I know I was wrong. Can we go back to how things were?” Standing there, heavily pregnant with teary eyes, she begged me to remarry her. Never had I ever seen her humbled herself like this before. Perhaps, she truly regretted it. Alas, it was all too late. Forcing myself to stay calm and hold my temper, I said, “You’re carrying another man’s child. How am I supposed to marry you? You don’t really think I’m foolish enough to be someone else’s fall guy, do you?”

I said shaking my head. " It's ok, time heals everything, you will get over it soon," he said holding my hand. I pulled it out of his. " No!! I will never get over it, I don't want to get over it. It will remain with me till the end of my life so that I remember what mistakes I have done. " I said and all of a sudden I started feeling very cold as if I was gripped in ice. It started deep within me in my body somehow I begin to tremble.

Remon smiled at me and stand up. "Remember this," he paused and took a deep breath before speaking again. "I love you so much, I didn't regret the loving you, I regret what I've done to you, Yhra. And I don't justify what I done wrong to you, and I know that sorry is not enough for every single shits that I made before." Remon close his eyes and his tears fall down on his cheeks.