Novel & Cerita Sorrow Is Not My Name

Filled with familiar sorrow. Before she realized it, her lips parted. A single name slipped out in a faint whisper. "...Vael." ***

I whisper it to the darkness, to the sea, to the city that’s forgotten my name already: I’m sorry. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. But it’s the only thing I have left to give.

I won't chase men or the spotlight. I'd trade it all.. For a small life. A quiet home. A day without guilt. Just peace. I wish. I wish... The words echo inside my head as my body folds into itself. The sobs start in my chest and crawl up my throat, loud, broken, messy. And for the first time in years... I cry not because I'm in pain. But because I finally understand what it means to be sorry. ________________ A low clang echoed through the corridor, breaking the silence I'd been buried in.

Above me, the sky blurred, the trees swayed and the world dimmed. She staggered away and all I could see was how her figure kept growing distant as though she was fading away and then finally she was.. Gone. ‘Mylor I’m sorry’ ‘We fought a good fight you and I, you and your arrogant self.. let’s now rest’ And as the darkness closed in… There was only one name left. One truth I could not escape. One regret that consumed everything. “Seraphine…” My voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry…”

Filled with such overwhelming resentment and pain, I tip back my howl and give rein, screaming myself hoarse until I collapse, sinking to my knees, tears dropping to the grass beneath me as my fingers dig into the ground, a valiant attempt to anchor myself. So much I had missed out on. I hadn’t even thought to ask my father what they had planned to name me. Laura. The name would have suited me. I wipe the tears from my cheeks, confused and filled with nothing but pain. What had been the purpose of these movies, these memories? Was it to hurt me further, to teach me some sort of valuable lesson? Was it meant to be another form of torture? I could barely breathe, my hands shaking violently by

I'm so sorry, man." He reached out, but Denzel was beyond comfort.Denzel's body shook, his sobs tearing through the room like a hurricane. Cordelia held him, her own body wracked with grief. Ronald and Jason joined them, forming a circle of sorrow, their tears mingling as they mourned the loss of their beloved Nira.The room was a blur of pain, the air thick with anguish. Denzel's heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. He couldn't imagine a world without Nira and couldn't bear the thought of living without her by his side.As they held each other, their wails echoed through the mansion, a haunting chorus of grief that seemed to shak

Loathefiya got shocked. It transparent clear all her thoughts on. It vainished her disagreement and made her speechless completely. Yet, still she asked in trembling voice, "Ne.... never..." he shook lightly, "not even today" The man shoked his head as the sadest action of replying. For him even the word "No" was like a stabbed in the heart. "Even tomorrow they won't. They will never wait for me. They will never call me by my name. They have forgotten me. They won't come for me or call me. Never!" Cried Loathefiya as Kayle only nodded smiling.

My heart tore a little at hearing the uncertainty in her fragile tone. " Yes," I softly replied to her. " Whhoo whoo are you?" she stuttered out at me so fast I almost missed what she had asked. " My name is Steffon, my love." I could hear the air hitch in her throat the moment I called her my love. " YYYour voice sounds familar to me, do I know you?" she quietly asks, seeming that she was sure she already knew the answer to her question. " Yes, Sarah my love," her breathing became so irratic so fast I didn't have a chance to respond to her, before her cries echoed through the air encircling me with all her pain. Her broken voice ripping pieces from my heart at each word she

Or maybe it was me. Lucas stood frozen, unmoving. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away with trembling fingers. “Even if I were truly guilty, these five years have cost me everything—my parents, my brother, five unborn children, and the betrayal and torment from the man I loved! “No crime, no matter how grave, could demand greater penance! And the truth is, I didn’t kill Grandma!" The sobs tore through me before I forced myself to steady. "I’m exhausted. Now that you’ve seen the truth, just… leave."

“I feel everything, you hurt, I hurt worse, who wants to fight me.” Caiden steps forward. “I’ll—” “No,” I say. “He’s a child.” “I’m Father’s grief,” Sorrow says. “I was born when Mother cried, I end when everyone else does.” He touches the ground. Every wolf in the circle gasps. Their grief, all of it, mothers, mates, lost years, hits at once. Draven drops to one knee. Mercy screams. I fall, memories of the witch pit, of my brother dying, of selling myself at 18.