Remorse: The List Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not long after, the grand annual Moonlit Gala commenced in Blackwood Estate's main hall. I was adorned in a custom gown, the moonstone necklace Damian had commissioned resting cool against my skin. He'd had it retrieved after Caleb's last brazen theft, and when he placed it back around my neck, he'd infused it with a potent protective charm. "Afraid he'll try to steal it again?" I teased, a smile playing on my lips. "Afraid he'll get too close to you," Damian murmured, his tone serious. "This charm makes any wolf, except me, profoundly uncomfortable the moment they encroach upon your personal space."

I wished I could dive into some place where no one could see me and I could no longer feel the embarrassment. I’m going to kill him! ***

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

The next day, Nikita went to work earlier than usual. The moment she slid her SIM card back into her phone, it overflowed with messages within minutes. Most of the notifications were from her social media platforms, but some of them were messages to her phone number. A majority of these messages were apologies from the female colleagues who doubted her a few days ago. [We're sorry, Nikita, for questioning your integrity. We shouldn't have slandered you without knowing all the facts. We're ashamed of ourselves and we hope you will forgive us.]

That's why people say, “Cherish and appreciate those who love and care for you before it's too late. Once they are gone, regret is all that remains. I wish I realized my feelings for her before it was too late. Then, she would be alive with me today. I wanted to kill myself for making her go through all those hardships. But death was an easy punishment for me for what I had done to her. I will spend the rest of my life with the weight of regret in my heart. And it's my punishment. Angelica, please forgive me if you can. I wish to get you as my mate in my next life so that I can repent my mistake. I will love and cherish you with all my heart and all my life.

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." … As the ticking faded away, a snap of fingers jolted me back to reality. I opened my eyes abruptly. My body was curled up, and I was trembling uncontrollably. My fists were clenched so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. My face was cold. I touched it and found tears. I shut my eyes. "I'm sorry, Amelie. Come back. Please… I was wrong…" My voice cracked as a sob broke free.

When only Shrey and George remained, Shrey exclaimed, "Why, just why, does this happen to me, George? I'm going insane; I fucking don't understand my own behavior anymore, and I feel like ending this life. I-I want our life back, George, the way we used to live before, and I want my daughter to love and embrace me the way she did before that terrible accident. I want to remember everything, George; our memories are the most precious part of my life, but all I have now is a small glimpse of our moments with our children, and this isn't enough. Please do something, George. I know in my heart that I love you. But I'm only left with the memories of Louis, and somehow, I crave to go back to him,

Sunlight from the western windows cut across the floor between us. “You meant what you said this morning,” I said eventually. It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” No defense attached to it. No strategic framing. Just yes. I studied her quietly. The difficult thing about remorse was that genuine remorse changed nothing retroactively. Damage remained damage even when the person responsible finally understood its shape. But understanding still mattered. Somewhere. “I don’t know what happens next,” I admitted. “That is reasonable.” “You hurt people trying to preserve structures that should never have existed.”

Each reflection moved differently, as if living their own lives in parallel worlds. “What is this?” I whispered. Edward stared, awestruck. “Every outcome that could have been. Every choice you didn’t make.” In the center of the mirrored floor stood a pedestal, pulsing with black light. Above it hovered an orb—alive with shadows. The Dominion’s heart. The core that powered their realm control. The whispers grew louder as I stepped closer. “You could fix it all,” they murmured. “Rewrite the balance. Undo every mistake.” I hesitated. “What if they’re right?”

- The witnesses, title, or trigger that would complete it. - Whether Kojin and Nico were the key or only the proof she needed to seek one. She stared at the list for a long time. Then she added one final line beneath it: Find the door. Remy returned with the books balanced against his chest and set them down beside her. He looked at the list, then at her face, and gave a small nod of approval. “That’s a better mission than staring at samples.” “It’s still not enough.” “No,” he said. “But it’s forward.”