Without Remorse Novels & Stories

Marahas na napatayo sa pagkakaupo si Nick sabay dampot ng car key na nasa mesa. He had kill a man but he hadn't felt regretful. Hindi siya nagsisisi na nabaril niya ito sa pagliligtas kay Alessandra Cruz. Hindi naman niya inaasahang mamamatay ito ngunit wala na siyang magagawa. Kahit na bibigyan siya ng pagkakataon na bumabalik sa pangyayaring iyon ay gagawin pa rin niya ang ginawa. The family of the man he shot couldn't touch him. Kahit na magdemanda pa ang mga ito ay hindi siya magagawang ipakulong ng mga ito. He wasn't Nicholas Villarama for nothing.

"Stop it, Gibson Evora. Stop hurting my mother. I'll come with you but you have to promise me that this is going to be the last time that we'll seeing each other. I want you out of our lives forever." I thought he will be triumphant with what I remarked. Pero mayroong mga kakatwang emosyon ang hindi ko inaasahan na tumulay sa desperadong mga mata ni Gibson Evora. Shameful guilt, remorse and apologies. Apologies? To hell with him. I wasn’t even sure if I had read his emotions right, and frankly, I didn’t care. Wala akong pakialam sa kung ano mang bumabagabag sa loob niya. All I wanted was to drive him out of our lives—completely, permanently. I hated him to the core. No… he made me hate him t

malumanay na wika ni Aiden. Bliss doesn’t know what to feel. Wala siyang ganang gumalaw ngayon. Wala rin siyang ganang magsalita at kausapin si Aiden. After remembering everything, hindi niya alam kung ano ang kanyang gagawin. Paano niya itatama ang isang pagkakasala at pagkakamali? “Bliss—” “Leave,” mahinang usal niya. “I want to be alone.”

sambit nito Im sorry mom , kagabi pa po ako bumyahe patungo rito ngunit nabalahaw ang aking kotse kaya sa hotel na ako nagpalipas ng gabi. sagot ko Anong nangyari nak ? ayus ka lang ba tanong nito OPO mom im okay , naubusan po kasi ng fuel ang car ko , hindi ko napansin ng lumabas ako ng office na hindi ko pala ito nakargahan at dumiretsio na patungo rito. sagot ko rito

malumanay na litanya niya. I let go of my lower lip and sighed. “I know what’s done is done, and we can never bring back lives that have perished. No matter how I think of it or plot revenge, everything will just backfire. It will never alleviate internal suffering. There’s no use in keeping grudges. I’ve already forgiven him and myself too. Ang gusto ko na lang ay katahimikan. May kaniya-kaniya na kaming buhay ngayon. That’s enough to put an end to it.” Naramdaman ko ang pagyakap sa akin ni Mommy. Ipinapaubaya ko na sa Diyos ang lahat. I wanted to start again. I wanted to finally move on.

Am I going to feel wrath? Pumikit ako at ang mukha ni ate Diane ang na isip ko. Nakataas ang kilay habang pulang-pula ang mukha. Ang mga salita niya na tagos hanggang buto. Napalunok ako at dumilat. I fully understand Rafael, but differently. Anger gives a hole in someone's heart, but why can't I let myself feel this? Am I not normal?

“I didn’t want this public. But I won’t let someone ruin our reputation and walk away untouched.” The room erupts. Questions fly. Cameras flash. Voices overlap. Ramdam ko ang bigat ng lahat ng ito—ang aking nakaraan, ang aking pag-angat, ang aking pagpili na tumayo sa liwanag sa halip na sa mga anino. At pagkatapos ay may kung anong bagay sa loob ko ang kumapit. Humakbang ako pasulong. Nag-iisa. “I will not apologize for proximity,” I say clearly. “Nor will I accept blame for ambition.” Tumahimik ang silid.

Never play with the fire, ikaw nga nila. My mother's history should be a reminder to me how tragic it was to play with fire, to dance with the devil and seal a deal that would take a toll on my soul. Nevertheless, I still do it. I became the monster I feared when I was younger. I let the hatred consume me, leaving me to shed a bleeding piece of consequences. I may never have any intention for him to die, but it also doesn't justify what I just did. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted to destroy him. And maybe somehow, I rejoice in his death without any trace of guilt or mercy. Anger took over and saw death as an easy way out which I don't think he deserved. My hatred didn't falter after his dea

I can't stop myself, I maybe ruthless or rude to others, but when it comes to them, my emotions is unstoppable. "Alam ko pong hindi niyo ako pinalaking ganito, pero alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako matatahimik kung hahayaan kong walang justice ang pagkamatay niyo, I can't live with that t-thought," garalgal na dagdag ko pa dahil sa pagpipigil na umiyak. It's such a shame that those people who did this to us are sleeping peacefully, happy, living without a problem, while us...

And seeing him smile at me like that, all I can feel is remorse. I am remorseful for my actions. At pakiramdam ko ay ang dumi-dumi ko, lalo pa at iniwan ni Kenji ang mga marka niya hindi lamang sa katawan ko, kung hindi maging sa puso at isipan ko. Pinipilit ko na pigilan ang mga luha na nais na kumawala sa akin. Pinipilit ko na patatagin ang kalooban ko sa kabila ng matindi na pagkakonsensya na nararamdaman ko dahil sa mga kabaliwan ko.