Terribly Sorry Novels & Stories

"You cut me open on our wedding night for a woman who was never dying. You threw me out in a wheelchair. You sent people to finish the job in the street." "Yes." "That's it. Just yes." "What do you want me to say. That I'm sorry?" I sat forward, elbows on my knees. "I am. That doesn't undo it. Sorry is a word people say when the cost of what they did has finally caught up to them, and mine caught up to me sitting in an office looking at bloodwork that doesn't make sense. Sorry showed up late and for the wrong reason and I'm not going to pretend otherwise to make it easier for either of us."

“I told you. I do my homework. I don’t enter unprofitable deals.” “I know, but remembering things like that about me is still… weird. It’s almost creepy,” I muttered, folding my arms. “She’s still getting dismissed,” he continued. “I was in a hurry. If that had been life or death, her endless questions could’ve delayed treatment. And then she’d apologize after it was too late.” “That’s not enough reason!” I raised my voice. “She begged. She said she was sorry.” He looked at me steadily. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything, Mrs. Terisa. Not every apology heals damage. And not everyone deserves a second chance.”

When I saw him sitting on the ground beside his stall, clutching a torn section of the canopy, it felt as though someone had wrapped a hand around my throat. "Dad... I'm sorry." My chest tightened painfully. My mother somehow got hold of my phone number through the hospital and called me. "Come home right now. If anything happens to that adoptive father of yours, it'll be your fault. Stop ruining other people's lives." At that moment, Samuel uploaded a new video. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. "I've already forgiven my brother. Please don't attack him. All I want is for him to come home and stop making Mom and Dad worry...

I'm extremely sorry little one I know everything whatever you faced because of me but I didn't expected this much happened dont worry I will avenge instead of you how dare to those people to hurt you like that to be frank they dont deserve someone like you they're the foolish people to loose you see here no one will say anything to you don is so good person if you're not interested to work here then you can work in my company" I said "nahh I will work here only" he patted on my head and said "okay then did you forgive me" I said "I will if you hold your ears and say that you're wrong" he holded his ears and said "I'm so so sorry little one I'm wrong I made this little teddy to suffer sorry w

It read ; " I'm Sorry by Jaz Published: February 2008 I'm saying sorry first. I'm saying sorry last. I'm saying sorry for the future, but mainly for the past. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you, and I'm sorry for not listening when you needed it the most. You were right, and you had the right to be mad. I'm sorry that you felt the need to apologize, and I'm sorry that you were hurt. I'm sorry that I can only see the good and always try to avoid the bad. I'm saying sorry for all my mistakes. I'm saying sorry for being blinded, blinded by the perfect thought of you and me,

Chapter 1 - Who the hell owns these death devils? --- "Is it too late now to say sorry? Cause I'm missing more than just your body. Is it too late now to say sorry? Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. Is it too late to say that I'm sorry now?" I sang completely off-tune to Justin Bieber’s song, tapping my foot on the floor of the car as my fingers tapped on the steering wheel.

“Dear Tyler, I apologize for causing discomfort and pain. I know that my actions have caused chaos and disruption, and for that, I'm truly sorry. I never meant for things to turn out this way. I never wanted to betray you or the pack. But I couldn't stay here anymore, not after what I've done. I need to find a way to make things right, to redeem myself. I don't know where I'm going or what I'll do, but I know that I need to leave. I have to find a way to heal and make amends for my mistakes.

This is the end for us. I’m sorry again.’

I commented, feeling sorry for that baby. “Yes, but the damage has already been done. What can we do? Let's just face the consequences,” he said, kissing the forehead of the girl, who had gone back to sleep, and then kissing my son's forehead. “I’m so sorry, Ava. We were so happy, I’m sorry for ruining everything.” He was looking at me sadly. I shook my head with a complacent expression on my face. “It's okay, Terry. I know you tried to do your best at all times; embarrassments always end up appearing,” I told him, leaning over slightly to kiss him.

Dante turned his back to me and walked to his car. ‘No! I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it! I’m sorry! I’m very sorry!’ I wanted to scream at him, but my words refused to leave my mouth. I just stood, watching him enter his car and zoom off. I’m sorry. I messed up. I messed up big time. I’m a horrible person. A horrible, despicable person.