Novel & Cerita The Hockey Star's Remorse

“Yes. If you return to your hockey team, I'd consider taking you back. If you don't, then I guess we're not meant to—” I didn't even let him finish. “There's no need to worry; I'm going to do all I can. I will get back into the hockey team.” Finn nodded, but before he could do anything else, I slammed my lips on his, then pulled away immediately, breathing hard. “I'll make sure I get back in.” I rushed out of there, still thinking about everything that was going on. Whoever threatened him must be so close and know whatever was going on.

"I just feel like such a fool. To think... I even got him a beautiful anniversary present." ​"Well, trash it." ​"I'm not going to show my face in school for weeks," I muttered, pulling the covers over my face. "I feel so ashamed. And I'm definitely not attending the big hockey game this evening." ​"No, love." Janice forcefully yanked the covers off my face. "You are not going to hide away like a victim. And yes, you are absolutely attending that game this evening. You must show that worthless piece of trash that you don't care."

on the skating roster? Before I could type no, Tessa sent another text: “Gerald Lennox is gonna be there.” My heart skipped a beat. Gerald Lennox was captain of the university’s hockey team. Six-foot-something, broad shoulders, with hair that looked windswept like he’d just stepped out of a cologne advertisement. I’d seen him around campus a handful of times. I shook my head. “No” I whispered to myself. Guys like Gerald didn’t look at girls like me.

I wanted to hear him say, "The points will not be deducted this time, take a rest because you're sick." I wanted to hear him say, "Patrick was wrong and deserves punishment." But he never said any of that, not even once. His remorse now was merely a placebo for making himself feel a little better in the latter half of his life. He wanted to use those shoes to bury every nightmare that haunted him in the midnight hours. Dream on. Some things, once reset, would remain zero forever. Gary continued to cry. "Myra… please, just look at me?" No, I don't.

"I should never have trusted you. You have no single remorse for what you did." What? If he was suffering then he had himself to blame because he gave me no listening ears when I tried to explain myself and he shot Carl whose crime was to help me escape Sparrow and here he was talking about remorse. "So is this about remorse? You want me to beg you and say how sorry I am?" My voice had gotten louder and angrier but he didn't seem fazed by it. "Guess what, I'm not sorry. The only thing I'm sorry for was falling..." I cut myself short realizing the words that were about falling from my mouth. I bit my lips hissing inwardly at myself while Angel's eyes flashed with curiosity.

The realization of the consequences of his actions hits him with full force, and he is overcome with a profound sense of remorse. In that moment, Jay Nashville's heart sinks, and he feels the weight of his choices and their impact on his loved ones. Seeing his brother injured and in pain serves as a stark reminder of the ripple effects caused by his own reckless behavior. Regret washes over him like a torrent, the desire to turn back time and undo the harm he has caused overwhelming his thoughts. The bond between brothers runs deep, and Jay Nashville is acutely aware of the pain he has inflicted upon someone he cares for deeply. Feeling the weight of his remorse, Jay Nashville's resolve to m

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Whispers followed, laced with that old admiration that once fed my ego but now felt like chains. Relaxing my shoulders, I offered a polite nod and half-smile, the kind that came automatically even now, muscle memory from years of being the golden boy. The boys lingering by the bike racks watched too, eyes wide with lingering hero-worship, trading low comments about my stats or that championship game. Even here, years later, I was still a legend; the hockey star, the one who got out. The weight of that image pressed heavier today, a lead vest over my chest. It was part of what had kept me silent for so long. Part of what had let me hurt Zach most.

He replied calmly but deeply, he knew that he had lied but the time wasn’t right to tell her the truth. “Ok. I guess as much. Our spirits are a perfect match, they always feel things. I feel that you’re unsafe too, coupled with the earlier scrimmage between you and Richardson, that’s why I came. I’m sorry I haven’t checked on you.” Nasha said remorsefully. “It’s ok, honey. I’m getting better. The bruises are healing. I am totally fine. What can I offer you?” Star said smilingly. “Just a glass of water, cocky.” She replied snappily.

After graduating from college, I was called to the arena by Coach Lincoln, asking why I suddenly decided to quit hockey. I swear, I wanted to say something else. Something that could change the course of everything, but that would be greedy of me. I didn’t want to sacrifice the life of my team because I wanted to play hockey again, so I did what a villain would do. Shatter hearts. ‘Hockey is becoming boring and I’ve lost focus, Coach. I would love to take over my father’s business instead.’ I could see the hurt flashed in Coach’s eyes and that made me swallow hard, but my hands were tied as at then, and there was nothing I could do.