Terribly Sorry Novels & Stories

He stared at me, trying to comprehend the complex web of emotions and connections that seemed to envelop me. My voice quivered as I struggled to find the right words to express my remorse. "I'm sorry, Alpha Norton," I began, my voice filled with genuine regret. "I never told you about Alpha Tyler all this time. I'm sorry." I anticipated Alpha Norton's response, but before he could utter a word, I abruptly turned and fled from the room, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and confusion.

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She thrust the phone toward me, and as I reluctantly brought it to my ear, a male voice immediately filled the line. "Spencer, I'm so sorry! It was my mistake—I was rushing to deliver clothes to Ms. Little and accidentally switched your medication. I know you're upset, but Ms. Little said she can't manage without me, and the company needs me too. So, I hope you'll let this go for her sake." The apology dripped with insincerity, and his smug, self-satisfied tone made my skin crawl. Three rounds of dialysis, two brushes with death—and all I got was this nauseating excuse of an apology.

Yoseph muttered as he pulled out a small brown bottle from the drawer and shut down the computer. Worried about being discovered, I hurried back to my bedroom, changed into a fresh pair of underwear, and sat on the bed, lost in thought. Who was the woman in the video whose face wasn't fully shown? As I replayed the scene in my mind—her being pinned down by Yoseph, driven to the point of losing her senses, and desperately arching her hips—a wave of unprecedented shame washed over me. Even prostitutes wouldn't act so wantonly when serving clients.

"Tera, don't remain silent like this. Please talk, darling." Mr. Lim forcefully turned Tera's body, a sudden motion that made her alert and on guard. She looked at her husband with fear, feeling vulnerable in her current state. Sebastian had Tera in his grasp with his hands around her, their bodies almost touching with only their faces facing each other. "I'm sorry, Tera. Please forgive my foolishness. I am sorry. I am a jerk. I am the worst. The trash. The worst man you ever know. I am so sorry, Te... please forgive me..."

I am sorry. My heart is kinda sorry about everything.

I hurt him deeply, and I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I know this letter will come as a shock, maybe even anger you. But I needed you to know the truth. I needed you to understand that I was broken, lost, and desperately trying to cope with the unimaginable. I am so sorry, Kamille. I am so incredibly sorry. With deepest regret, Theresa” That was the last letter and Chaos broke down.

"Sorry, I made you cry. It's just proof that I am not worthy of your love but please, let me serve you—" I embraced him and caressed his hair. "I'm sorry, Tori. Sorry," I sobbed. "Sorry if you were not able to live a normal life. I'm sorry if you are hurting. I am sorry, you don't deserve this cruel world." I wiped my tears that were overflowing. I was hurting so much... my heart felt like it was being pricked by tiny needles. How could his family abandon him?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tyler stepped in and pulled me into a rough, brotherly hug. He didn’t tell me it would be okay; didn’t offer platitudes or empty reassurance. He just held on while I shook with my face buried in his shoulder and the worn leather of his cut scraping against my skin as he refused to let go. "I’m sorry," he kept murmuring in a thick voice. "I’m so sorry, man. I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry."

she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. “I’m so sorry!” I cried out, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry for everything, for being a bad sister, for not being there for you!” The words tumbled out, fueled by guilt and sorrow. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering dangerously close to falling into the abyss of my own regret.