Novel & Cerita Without Remorse

I turn my body so I’m facing him and the tension in the room as we make eye contact could be cut with a knife. “Would it kill you to at least feel a little bit of remorse?” I say feeling myself get emotional. I just want him to acknowledge what he did and be sincerely sorry. I want him to let go of the hate he has in his heart. I’ve come to realize that I’m not a difficult person to please. All I need is a genuine apology and change. Does that make me weak and pathetic? I think it makes me strong. “And why would I feel remorse, pet?” He speaks with bitterness and I flinch internally at his use of the word pet. I haven’t been called pet in such a long time but I guess Colton is just being Col

Her fear was nearly palpable, and I loved how the tables had turned. “I would like every single one of this pack to know this one simple fact. You failed to break me. I allowed these scars to be carved into my flesh, my bones to be broken, and nine years of utter torment to occur to protect you all. Ezekiel was killing people to keep me in line. No matter how low I thought of you, I knew that Papa, the one who helped build such a supporting and loving pack, cared for each of his pack members. He instilled that pride inside of me. I refused to let others die because of Ezekiel’s fucking obsession. So, I took the bruises and breaks, the taunts, the wolfsbane drenched silver daggers, the silver

She repeated her words more clearly. "What if I couldn't," He demanded. "Hire someone to satisfy my need," she snapped. He was brimming with anger. He was near to explode like a volcano, "Do you have needs? I thought you have a lack of them," He said sarcastically. "I don't wanna stay virgin till the end of my life," Her cheeks held a ting of pink and the heat in her chest was drawing her attention somewhere else. She didn't want to forget her aim behind this doing. Her heart was beating loud in her chest.

“How could you do something like that? It's so hard to believe!” Yomi groaned again. “I did what I had to do, what I felt was right, and I'm not sorry about it.” “And that's the problem here!” Idara countered, shaking her head. “You feel no remorse at all, despite knowing the abnormality of what you did, and it's disgusting! Do you even know the consequences of your actions?” “Idara, please, enough!” “No, you shut up! We have to address this issue!” She rambled on. “How can you be so relaxed after killing your fellow human being? How can you-”

Perhaps, after decades, a kernel of remorse had sprouted, but I ended the call before they could rally. Levi slid behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder as he mumbled, "Did I stick my nose where it didn't belong? I figured mending fences with your folks would let you walk down the aisle without baggage. So, I visited them." Without his nudge, they'd have remained oblivious to their inflicted scars, but apologies couldn't mend what was shattered. I spun into his arms. He'd likely been rattled by my nightmare revelations.

“Try me.” She stepped closer, now barely a foot away. “I don’t need your protection,” she said. “And I sure as hell don’t want your charity.” “Good,” he murmured. “Because what I gave today wasn’t either.” “Then what was it?” His answer came too fast. Too raw. “Remorse.” She froze. He stepped closer, slowly, his voice lower now. “Because five years ago, I let a woman walk out of a room without her name. Without a number. Without a single goddamn question.”

It broke her to see the man she loved—the very same man who claimed he would love her to the end of their days—pounce onto another woman in such a lust-filled frenzy. Years ago, when Spencer was trying to make a name for himself in the tech industry, his mentors tried to take him to various bars and clubs, under the guise of networking. There would be plenty of women at his beck and call, but Spencer turned these invitations down, even though it cost him many valuable contacts. At that time, he kneeled before Nikita and said solemnly, "If a man resorts to sleeping with any woman he meets, then he is not a man, but a beast motivated by carnal desire."

That woman again, and all the things I had done to her. I had made a terrible mistake—one born of sheer foolishness. My hands clenched into fists, my eyes shutting tightly. A sharp pain throbbed in my head as I thought about something impossible—turning back time, erasing everything that had happened between us as if it had never existed. “Oh God… what have I been doing all this time?” My chest ached, tightening to the point where even breathing felt difficult. Everything I had done to that woman resurfaced in my mind, tormenting me with memories I could never erase. Sins I must bear—sins I can never forget.

As the hospital disappeared in my rearview mirror, my anger cooled into something far more dangerous—resolve. I would not beg for loyalty. I would reclaim it. By force, if necessary. Because remorse was for the weak. And I had none.

I shook my head wildly, tears streaming down my face, my voice raspy. "That's enough!" Trevor interrupted, his voice sharp with irritation. He turned to the officers, his tone unnervingly steady. "My wife's been really struggling since we lost our son." He paused for a beat before adding, "As a family member of the deceased, can I write a forgiveness letter?" His words sent a chill down my spine. "What?" I stared at him, eyes wide like I'd just been hit with a jolt. My mind went blank. The officers seemed just as shocked.