Sorrow Is Not My Name Novels & Stories

He knew he had no right to ask for her forgiveness. The trauma swept through everyone like a wildfire, leaving indelible scars in its wake. Life would go on, but the longing and regret would never cease.

My shoulders began to shake as the sobs came, soft at first, then harder, louder, until I couldn’t stop them. I curled in on myself, my hands clutching the sheets as if they could somehow hold me together. “I’m sorry…” I whispered brokenly, though I didn’t even know who I was apologizing to anymore. “I’m sorry…” Everything was too much. The poisoning. Liora. The water people. The empty feeling in my chest. Nicholas. God, Nicholas… “I keep making everything worse,” I choked out between sobs. I buried my face in my hands, crying harder.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

"Wonderful. I was almost moved for a second. I didn't expect you to be this kind of man. I will never forgive you. Just wait." I hummed softly. "You pushed me toward someone else with your own hands. Remember that. Do not regret it. Because I will never forgive what you did either." After hanging up, I asked Nora to release a simple statement. It only said that Mira Lane and I were negotiating a divorce. No explanations.

Do you know of a place so cold, This is the place I call my soul, A place without hope or comforting dreams, A life not worth living wouldn't it seem. Do you know of a life that should have never been, And the feeling that today this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear, Do you know a person with so much pain inside, Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see, The only question left will be...

I muttered, the words heavy with sorrow and resignation, my gaze sweeping over the bloodstains that marred my clothes, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded before my eyes. "Sir, you need to take it easy, you need to take heart," the doctor's voice reached me through the fog of grief, his words a distant echo in the storm of emotions raging within me. I knew his intentions were kind, but loss bore down on me like an anchor, dragging me into the depths of despair. "It's easier said than done," I murmured to myself, the words heavy with the burden of sorrow that threatened to crush me under its weight. I found myself sinking to the floor, my back against the cold wall, a solitary f

Like someone had taken a dagger and driven it into my chest again and again and again. “I don’t deserve your sacrifice,” I whispered, my voice trembling like a broken string. “My life… It’s nothing without you. Nothing.” Rain fell harder, like even the heavens were mourning her. Her name left my lips again and again, hoarse, soft, shattered; “Selene… Selene… Selene…” Around us, a mournful silence fell over the battlefield. The wolves began to howl. A long, deep, heart-wrenching sound. Mournful.

Her soothing words had less effect on me, a battle she couldn't win despite having known me since childhood. "One step at a time, pal." " How about we go back to sleep right now? Then we'll have things figured out the next day," Lydia responded, leashing a lousy yawn. I guess she was just tired of my attitude. An attitude that I couldn't erase after the terrible ordeal. The sad overwhelming emotions took over me. It was like losing control over me. That day I lost hope in ever finding love equal to or greater than what my parents have. It was my first time falling in love, and I got beaten at it due to my weakness.

I stopped fighting at this point. My strength poured out of me like water through a cracked cup. And then… the fear gave way to something else. A feeling I hadn't let myself feel for a long long time. Sorrow. And worst of all, Defeat. I tilted my head to the sky, to the Blood Moon bleeding down on me, and whispered, “I’m sorry.” The words came like a dam breaking. “I’m sorry Mother. Father. My pack. My people. I tried. I did everything I could.”

“I have no one that I love. no one that Cares for Me. no one that will notice when I'm gone.’ She tries to fight the sob that escapes her lips. tears cascade down her cheeks. She doesn't stop them. She does not wipe them away. She stands glued to the sport. feeling helpless. feeling vulnerable. feeling like all she wanted to do was for the world to open and for her to disappear beneath it. to be long lost and forgotten. For her name to be robbed of existence and for her to live a life that was worth living. Was that even possible? “ I have nowhere else to go. My life is miserable. I am miserable.”