Terribly Sorry Novels & Stories

Darius was the last one to speak. His eyes were bloodshot, shining with a slew of complicated emotions. He said nothing as he solemnly stared at Evan for a few moments. When he parted his lips to speak, he couldn't help but stumble over his words, saying, "Evan, I'm sorry. Please don't send me to the authorities. I don't want to die..." Although he sounded apologetic, he could hear the sound of his teeth grinding echoing in his ears. He had to force his throat to spit the apology out. Frankly, he was beyond furious and utterly humiliated.

“This cunning bastard.” After sending another twenty bucks, I messaged again. Me: Now talk Terry: Tell her you have a bad dream. And because of that you want to sleep on your bed. My skin simmered. And if it were possible to punch him through my phone screen. I would have done that. Me: Fuck you, bastard. Terry: If I were into men, I wouldn’t mind taking your cock. My brows snatched together. I reminded myself that this is why you don’t make friends on weird sites.

He sounds genuinely aggrieved as he begins to choke on his words. "I know I made a terrible mistake and I regretted it. It was all my fault that you got hurt. Enah, please come back to me. I'm sorry… I'm so sorry." Now he was sniffing hard. Terrence didn't know when he fell asleep last night but he was startled when his phone constantly rang, seizing him out from his peaceful slumber. He groaned in annoyance as he snatched it from his nightstand and recklessly made a harsh tap to answer it.

It read: “I’m sorry.”

Sincere apologies🙏 I really hope I can rectify it soon🥹 Thanks for understanding

It was a wordless acknowledgment of the sorrow we both carried. "I am so sorry," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of genuine regret. "I heard... I don't know what to say. I am so sorry." She pulled me into a heartfelt hug, her embrace offering solace amidst the tempest. We stood together, letting the rain wash away our grief, each dropping a soothing balm for the ache that gripped our hearts. Teresa held my arm gently, leading me towards the cabin. We entered, the warmth of the hearth offering a welcome contrast to the cold rain outside. Sitting down, we were both wrapped in a solemn silence, a quiet acknowledgment of the pain we shared.

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

“ Tiana , oh dear , how sorry I feel for you “ “ you look so stressed out , so tenses and so frustrated , damn , I should have known better and should have told you that I am getting married to his father “ “ For fuck sake we are best friends and I shouldn’t hide stuffs like this away from you , you know that or should I tell you how sorry I am for keeping that away from you , that’s exactly how I feel and you know it , I feel so sorry for you my dear and I should really apologize . “ You pathetic fucking bitch , you thought you coujd break ne huh “

He sighs and reluctantly clasps his hands together. "I'm sorry." I chuckle loudly. "What exactly are you sorry for? For taking my underwear or for lying that they were not with you?" He shakes his head again. "I'm just sorry for everything." I shake my head, get up, dust my skirt and walk away from the living room. Apologies do nothing to me anymore, they're apologies without action.