Novel & Cerita Without Remorse

Flora's eyes narrowed," But what if your' chance' opens the injuries deeper? Every time I look at you, I see the ghost of the man who left me, the man who placed duty and pride over the one pledge that had formerly meant the world. Can you really covenant that nothing will ever change? " I can not promise perfection," Adrian conceded," but I can promise that I am trying. Every error, every excrescence I bear it like a scar, and I will endure whatever I need to do to atone. I have been trapped in my own remorse for far too long, and I see now how my shortcomings have n't only bring me your love but left you solitary and broken."

A terminally ill patient was a match for Olivia and was willing to donate their heart. I was overjoyed. Olivia could be saved. I wanted to thank this person properly, but the hospital said the donor wished to remain anonymous. I didn't press it. As long as the heart would save Olivia, that was all that mattered. It would also ease my guilt a little. I knew I didn't love Olivia, but I had to take responsibility for her since it was my fault she was in this condition. As for Amelie, I could never forgive her betrayal.

"How dare you do something like this while Leonard works so hard to feed the family! You're shameless! I'll ruin your face! Let's see how you'd go out seducing men after this!" When Lincoln saw this, a smile finally flickered on his face. "Yes, teach her a good lesson! She's shameless, and her child is a bastard. They've been mooching off us all these years! Kick them out of the house! Just looking at them disgusts me!" Hearing that, Maria struck me even harder. I blocked her blows with my arms, but couldn't avoid getting scratched. Hot, searing pain spread across my cheeks. Mustering as much strength as I could, I pushed her away from me.

“This isn’t love. It’s sick what you are doing to me. This is not right Tristan… How can you think for one second that anything good will come out of this? You think I will change my mind and want to be with you?” “Your body wants to be with me… It’s just your head.” “That’s just it isn’t it? I will never be swayed, whether or not you give me the best pleasures ever, I will never let what you did to me cloud how I feel. I can never feel more than hatred toward you. I’m sure deep down you know this.” “Love… Hate… Same thing really.”

You couldn't even bother to bring me a bottle of water. The entire office went so quiet that I could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on us. Ashton's Adam's apple bobbed heavily twice. "I'm sorry." The words seemed to take every ounce of strength he possessed. I looked at him. Eight years, and this was the very first time I had ever heard him apologize. It was incredibly ironic. This apology wasn't born out of genuine remorse. It was sparked by a 20-million-dollar liability. "The raw data is on my personal cloud drive. I've always kept backups," I said.

Grief, relief, guilt, satisfaction, and beneath all of them, the exhaustion of a man who had been fighting since the day he opened his eyes in a hospital bed and discovered the world had been reshuffled in his absence. "Victor." "She said she understands." His voice was rough. "After everything. After murdering her father, funding the assassination of her son, imprisoning my mother for twenty-three years... she says she understands." "She understands consequences. That is different from remorse." "Is it?" He opened his eyes. "Or is it the final performance? The composed, dignified surrender of a woman who always controlled how she exited a room?" "Does it matter?" "No." He released the crib

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

I heard the reluctance and remorse in his tone. I didn't want some guilt-induced apology so I walked away without giving him a response or waiting for what he had to say next.

He was standing beside me now and we both watched the sea. “He deserved it,” I replied. I felt him look at me before he said, “that’s not something you should say, judging by the fact that he almost raped you a while ago. You are not really on a remorse page.” “Why should I be? I have met tons of guys like him and they were all the same.” “You see, that’s the thing about you, you love comparing people, why?” I glanced at him to discover he was looking at me, his eyes weren’t that blue in the moon, it was bluish black and it added another highlight to his face. I looked away to not notice anything more, “I only have remorse when there is a need to.”

"Yes, Evelyn is my wife now. Whether you accept it or not, I'm with her. What happened was an accident. None of us wanted it. Can't you just forgive her?" "How am I supposed to forgive her? I'm your mother! Look at me! Look at my face! I was ruined, and you want me to forgive her?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her disfigured face. Fresh red skin had just begun to grow over the wounds, with black scabs still visible in some places. It was a horrifying sight. When Trevor looked away, Lydia's heart broke. If her son couldn't even bear to look at her, what was the point of living anymore?