Sorrow Is Not My Name Novels & Stories

I am the Hogan family's long-lost biological son, while Jared Hogan is the impostor who grew up in my place. Then, Jared unexpectedly acquires an "Academic Leech System". All he has to do is enter someone's name, and whenever he takes an exam, their score becomes his. He mistakes me for the other Riley Hogan, the STEM prodigy who has dominated Elmland High's district rankings for three straight years, and eagerly locks the system onto my name. With three months left before the college entrance exams, Jared spends every class scrolling through videos and every break playing games. He boasts that he could get into any prestigious college with his eyes closed. When I warn him that the exam

Couldn't delete it from his memory. Couldn't erase her no matter how many photos he destroyed. He closed his eyes. Let his head fall back. Whispered one more time. "I'm sorry." To Lila. To Sienna. To everyone he'd ever hurt. To himself. The stillness crawled up the walls. Heavy. Suffocating. Endless. On the table, the phone screen stayed black. Then it lit up. Her name flashed across the screen. *Sienna* One ring. Two.

He knows I’m not who I pretend to be. I have no words, no breath in my body. I just sit like a startled deer in the headlights. Unmoving, afraid to feel because there’s an entire world of tears and pain behind my dam, aching to be let loose. I blink at that infernal box and pick at my nails absentmindedly, turning it over and over in my head. He knows absolutely everything there is to know about the sad little girl who died the day I changed my name. It's excruciating, and I can’t bear to look at him anymore.

I let you take up all the burden, and now you are stranded somewhere, I don't even know how to find you. You must be so lonely, so cold, so scared. I'm so very sorry. "I'm sorry." Soralina whispers, crying nonstop while the final car disappears down another lane and Soralina in another, making her drive aimlessly, for now she has nowhere to go, no one to think of.

Scarlett’s POV “I’m sorry for your loss, but this is the first time I’m hearing about this,” I talk to the guy, and taking a glimpse into his sad story, I find it easier to talk in a sympathy tone, “May I know her name?” He shoots me a glare, but he grumbles: “Sparrow. Sparrow Ryan.” “That’s a cute name,” I try to smile at him. I actually feel like I do know that name. My brain stores a glimpse of that name because it was so special. But I can’t remember what happened to her. It wasn’t registered anywhere near Sebastian though.

The harsh reality pressed back in, I was utterly alone, surrounded by people who despised me, trapped in a role I never wanted, mourning the friend I could never have again. I let out a long, shuddering cry, my body trembling from exhaustion and heartbreak. My tears continued to flow, a river of sorrow for the life I had lost, for the friend I could never hold again, and for the cruel world that had forced me to become a Luna of shame. I curled up on the floor, my sobs quieting only slightly, but the emptiness inside me remained, a gnawing void that no title, no crown, no forced ceremony could ever fill. I closed my eyes and whispered one last time before sinking further into despair:

They call me dead. But the dead don’t bleed. And I bleed every night, in silence, for the life I lost. For the boy I was. For the sister who still looks at me as if I should have stayed in the fire that burned our world to ash. Saphira. Even thinking her name cut deeper than any blade.

But I knew that no words could heal the deep wound that had been carved into my soul. The air was thick with grief as the name "Jade" echoed through the once-peaceful room. The cries of her name were almost unbearable, each utterance laced with pain and despair that sent shivers down my spine. I felt as though my very soul was threatened by the mournful sound, as if it were trying to leave my body to escape the heart-wrenching scene that lay before me.

My hands clutched the bedsheets hoping to ground myself,as tears ran down my cheeks in big fat drops, dripping on my bare knees,I tried to scream, but no sound came out of me. Why her, why always her. I didn't know how long the panic attack lasted, or how long I laid on my bed curled into a ball, the world nothing but white noise in the background, I might have laid there for hours, maybe minutes but time didn't matter. Eventually the attack passed, leaving me drained and hallow, my skin clammy and sticky with sweat, my head ponding I reached for my phone with shakey hands. I stared at those words again. I love someone else… your sister.

Andrea would then have avoided being maliciously poisoned by a jealous party, and she wouldn't have had to leave this life with so much left unsaid and undone. She couldn't help but lower her head at that thought, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She thought to herself, "I'm sorry, Mom. I finally realize my mistake now." She suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her heart, knowing that Andrea was gone forever. Elliott was focused on the road, but he still noticed Seraphine's sudden despondency. He quickly glanced over, saw her somber expression, and asked nervously, "What's the matter, Sera? Do you feel unwell?"