Stories About Guilt Novels & Stories

Stuck in this jail, I built myself walls out of all the wrong decisions I made. Guilt whispers my name at night, like a ghost in the darkness. It reminds me of all the hurt I caused. It's a shadow that follows me everywhere—a creepy friend I can't get rid of. Lost in this darkness, the guilt got me wrapped up tight, swallowed whole by the bad things I did. Guilt is my shadow, my constant companion, and my eternal tormentor. It's the price I pay for my transgressions, a burden I can never lay down.

"What?" "For years. She's been blackmailing me with a lie about a miscarriage. She claimed my pushing her caused her to lose our baby, that I was responsible for this tragedy. And I believed her. God help me. I knew how she fell, I remember the blood." His voice cracked. "I've been living with that guilt, that knowledge that I'd hurt someone I cared about, that I'd caused the death of a child. And she used that guilt to control me, to push me toward this engagement, to make me compliant."

I sighed heavily, leaning against the wall as exhaustion and guilt settled deep in my bones. He murdered a man and left hundreds of people jobless. Just for me? What man does that? Honestly, I'm going insane right now. I wasn’t sure I still wanted this job anymore… but I needed the money. Grandma’s medical bills weren’t going to pay themselves. I hadn’t even visited her in weeks. The guilt gnawed at me constantly, I couldn’t bring myself to face her yet. It was all my fault. Everything was falling apart because of my stupid choices.

However, that move did steady her heartbeat, knowing that she was in safe hands. "Don't scream," he ordered, his voice deeper than usual. Harlow nodded her head and envisioned herself in her happy place. Her room. She envisioned herself laying in her soft bed, engulfed with her many blankets. 'Is Michael Collins your Mate?' 'No, no, please not now!' Many had said guilt is a heavy burden, and Harlow now understood why. It seemed to get in the way of her performing well, to keep her mind completely clear of guilty thoughts. Her Alpha's words seemed to invade her mind in the most critical timings. The guilt clogged up Harlow's mind with thoughts. If they find out she'd lied, it would be the end

Guilt, the emotion most of us struggle with on a daily basis. We have so many things to feel guilty about. I had plenty of them. I had lied and I’d taken what I shouldn’t have. I had killed but worst of all, I had dishonored my father. When you’re guilty of something, the essence of that emotion scars you deeply, and the healing takes much longer than we ever thought possible. That’s if your inner wounds ever do heal. For some it doesn’t, and for others, like me, we simply switch it off.

Measured and deliberate, the breathing of a man who had learned to control what showed on the outside because the inside was not always controllable. "Tell me something real," she said. "Something that's just yours." A long moment. "I send every penny I earn to the families of the men who died on my watch," he said. "Fifteen years, and it still doesn't feel like enough." "Because it's not about the money," Sierra said. "It's about the guilt." "You sound like you understand." "I survived when my family didn't." She turned her cheek against the concrete, cool and solid against her skin. "Even if I can't remember them, the guilt remembers me. It's the one thing that followed me out of whatever

"You weren't there. You didn't get the call. You didn't have to explain to your mother why you weren't answering your phone. You didn't have to live with the fact that the last time your brother tried to reach you, you were too busy making money to pick up." "No," Elijah said. "I wasn't there. I didn't get the call. But I've sat with someone who did. I've watched Vivienne carry the weight of watching you carry yours. And I've read enough to know that guilt doesn't care about circumstances. It doesn't care about deals or deadlines or whether you could have known. It just is."

“You haven’t earned that right. Five of your wolves died under your command and you covered it up. My mate was attacked in your territory. And now you tell me you know nothing.” Gustavo trembled. Sweat ran down his temples and his lower lip wouldn’t stop shaking. But there was something else beneath the fear. Something he had been trying to hide for hours, something that surfaced every time I mentioned the altars. Guilt. Not the guilt of an incompetent leader who failed to protect his people. Another kind. Older. Deeper. “There’s something you haven’t told me,” I stated. “And I advise you to say it now, because my patience has limits — and we crossed them a while ago.”

“Alright. Then we don’t talk about the details. Let’s talk about how it makes you feel.” “I don’t feel anything,” I snapped, then regretted it immediately. “I mean—I don’t want to. But it’s like it’s rotting me from the inside.” He scribbled something in his notebook. “It’s guilt, Grey. And guilt is a powerful emotion.” “I know what it is.” I sat forward, elbows on my knees. “It’s not just guilt. It’s… it’s like a weight. It’s always there. Even when I laugh, even when I’m with people—I feel it. Like I’m not allowed to be okay.”

GUILTY (She's stole my heart) Episode 5 By Authoress Aria Previously on GUILTY "Your about to find out now" "What are you??" "Now you'll have no choice than to come to me yourself miss hoodie"I smiled Catalina I walked back home in thoughts,what happened to me there my eyes they changed color and I have never felt that powerful before like my body Wasn't mine anymore. "That's true cause it's ours"I heard a voice in my head