Terribly Sorry Novels & Stories

He exhales heavily. "I'm sorry… I am so sorry… but... But what you heard is true." My lips are trembling, so as my hands. "I'm so sorry." I whimper. "I'm so sorry Landon. I'm terribly sorry. I wish I can lie but I can't."

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.

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 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.

He looked crestfallen, like a warrior who had just suffered a severe defeat. "I apologize for my uncle, for what he said about you. It's terrible and totally wrong....." He paused and she thought she heard something like a sigh. "I'm truly sorry for what I said and how it hurt you. I should have trusted you in the first place." Stunned, she was at a loss for words. Finally, she felt like a large block of stone in her chest was finally being removed. She must be relieved, she must be glad about it, but somehow she got a feeling that she was going to hear something unpleasant out of this.

I kept asking myself, becoming more confused at the question while a fury of anger, sorrow, hate, confusion, and love whirled around within me. " Terry..." My pet places a paw on my shoulder as he nuzzles my neck, trying to comfort me. " Sorry... I didn't mean to say that V4.1 deserves to die for the rest of us to live just because he is created to... I know it's hard to watch a friend die on the battlefield or even imagine it..." The soldier finally understood and gave a full-hearted apology. " You have no idea. "

“I’m sorry.” She let out a sharp breath, shaking her head. “For what? Telling me the truth?” Her voice was hoarse, raw. She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s more than I ever got from her.” I crossed my arms, watching her carefully. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I had to be the one to say it.” She finally lifted her head, her dark eyes meeting mine. They were filled with something unreadable—anger, grief, exhaustion. “Would you have wanted to know?”