Terribly Sorry Novels & Stories

“Are you trying to get yourself killed? Was that what last night was about?” “I am so sorry…” "Sorry?" Her laugh was so hard, it felt like she was trying hard not to cry. "Sorry doesn't unbrand someone. And it sure as hell doesn't bring back the girls who tried to make that mistake once before." She pushed me through the mouth of the tent and dropped the flap behind me. "You think you're special? You ain't no different than any other fucking animal in this place." “I’m sorry. I was just scared…” “Then don’t panic again.” Her voice softened, “You screw up here… you can’t afford that. Want to live? Then this is the world you’re left with. It’s fucking simple.”

Some students were disappointed, while others were excited and even wished the class would end without a lesson. Hayle excitedly came to the front of the class. "Attention, please!" Everyone was suddenly silent and focused on Hayle. "So, I have something unique that I want to show you." Hayle took out a cassette tape, "I have this!" The students laughed and looked strangely at Hayle, except for one person. Tony. The nerdy student who rarely spoke. He looked at the cassette in Hayle's hand with a shocking face. "This cassette has a song called "Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!"

Please call me ' ' I'm sorry baby. I know I have wronged you. Can you please show up? I beg you ' ' I regretted everything I have done to you so far. If I had known you would take my word seriously, I wouldn't have told you to go to hell. Please come home, my love. I am so sorry ' ' Julian, Your clients are all asking about you. Some patients don't want any other health consultant except you. Will you come attend to them? '

I replied in low tone. "I'm sorry." He said in apologetic tone. "Ha? Why are you saying sorry? Did you do something wrong?" "About what happened—" "Oh, that? You don't need to apologized. It isn't your fault." "But I feel like its my fault." "Look, Terrence it is not okay? Its my asthma fault not yours." I said jokingly and bump his shoulder lightly. "I don't know. Still, I'm sorry." He smile but its not reach his eyes.

“Sorry, Delwyn Anderson… Forgive me… Forgive me for rejecting you again and again… Until today, until this hour, this minute and this second, I can only… can only… can only reckon you as one of my friends…” “Don’t say sorry to me, Eriwan! Don’t say sorry to me! Please! Take it back again! I really and really don’t want to listen to that ‘sorry’! I don’t want to listen to it! I hate that ‘sorry’! I detest it! I loathe it until deep down the bottom of my heart and mind!”

If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, I might've thought he'd turned to stone. "The funeral's over," I said flatly, looking down at him. This morning, I'd imagined what I might say if he showed up. I pictured myself yelling at him, maybe even grabbing his shirt and punching him in the face. But now, seeing him like this, I found myself unable to say much of anything. He suddenly snapped awake and staggered to his feet. "I'm sorry, Sophia. I'm so sorry." He pulled me into a tight hug. His whole body trembled, and his voice was thick with grief. "I didn't know Molly was hurt so badly. Otherwise, I wouldn't have..."

I closed my eyes and whispered to the dark, “I’m sorry, Terry.” But even as the words left my mouth, I knew it wasn’t enough. Nothing ever would be.

" To my hard working employee, I am extremely sorry for my behavior. I wish I were more careful with my words. just want you to know that I didn’t do it intentionally and it just happened accidentally. I regret that it ended up like this. I am really very sorry. You own a very special place in my heart and I don’t want to lose you. I feel really bad for saying such hurtful words to you but you should know that you are the only one that matters to me, friends. Extremely sorry for my behavior. Please, accept my apology and if you won't then the flowers won't stop coming to your door. ~ Eden Wylon"

His heartbroken expression, searing me and my wolf straight through our soul. “I’m sorry.” I cry, guilt and shame rocketing through me. This was supposed to be the best day of my life. Now it’ll go down in history as my worst. I back away from him, watching him writhe in pain against the forest floor, while I inch closer to the territory line. “I’m so sorry.”

“I was right there. I saw it happen, and I was powerless to stop it.” Kolya collapsed to his knees, a loud sob breaking the stillness of the night like shattered glass. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees beside him, cupping his face in my hands. His pain was unbearable, and I felt desperate to help him, though I didn’t know how. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I… I wish…” His hand covered one of mine, grounding me in the moment. “We all wish, Terri,” he said softly, his voice weighted with the kind of pain that no one should ever feel.