Without Remorse Novels & Stories

She beat the ground, howling with the sheer, agonizing regret of a dying beast. But I didn't care. Her so-called remorse was just the selfish fear of a cornered rat. Beyond pathetic. Everything she owed me from the past life... today, it was paid in full. With interest.

“You may hate him for what he’s done, and I am with you, but you couldn’t have killed him.” “I’m not so sure, Bryce.” “I am. You have something that Chance lost along the way or never had.” “And what’s that?” “Compassion.” “I think I want to go back to nursing.” “You can do whatever you want.” “Not right away. First, I want to get Bree home and love her all over. Then I want to visit our son’s grave, so we can grieve together as we should have. Then maybe if you’re okay with it, maybe we can have another baby. I’m not trying to replace B.J. or anything. It’s just…”

"You know what you read. You know what the documents say. But you didn't remember it. You don't remember my face when you accused me of sleeping with your brother. You don't remember the sound of my voice at four AM when I was so exhausted I could barely speak and you were still interrogating me about where I'd been. You don't remember the look in my eyes when I finally realised that the man I loved was gone and had been replaced by someone I was afraid of." I stood up, my hands shaking as badly as his had been. "Your remorse is intellectual, Alexander. It's not emotional. You're sorry because the evidence says you should be sorry. But you don't actually feel the weight of what you did becau

"Lewis, you had a chance to save Zack! But you only believed Phoebe's words and delayed the critical period to rescue Zack. Because of that, he ended up being killed by those traffickers and randomly buried somewhere. His soul has never found peace." Dad let out a howl and threw himself onto the pile of bones. "Zack! Zack, I was wrong. Please come back, okay? I promise I won't scold you anymore! It's all my fault!" Dad repented over and over. I also followed after him as tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't blame Dad. He had given me life, and he was one of the most important person in the world to me. But Dad couldn't hear anything I said.

They were greedy and spilled blood in the name of money not caring how easily their wickedness would destroy their lives. She scoffed inwardly. After everything they had endured, after all they had lost, what good was an apology? Could remorse bring Alfred Wyndham back from the grave? No. An apology could never repair damage this deep.

He showed remorse. "I have no idea what's wrong with you, I can't stop thinking about you, apparently you're some kind of which, that's why all those crazy men are drooling after you, and you're taking advantage of all of them. But I'll tell you something, as long as you're with me, you won't be with anyone, you'll only be with me and I don't mind hating you with the same intensity as I desire you, but I think my desire for you is greater, that's why you're F4cking my life.” He felt some remorse even though he wanted to hate.

Now, aware of each decision with complete certainty, I can admit that in none of these feelings is there anything like the dreamy Beatrice. In the living skin, in the mind that whispers as alive as the pains inflicted on the body, there is no goodness, dream, or desire for peace. In the deepest thought, with each beat of that organ that still beats the certainty is unique, that man belongs to me, he is mine, and even if in the back of my mind the thought of treating him like an object the same way I was treated it does not arouse any remorse. I tried to justify the lack of remorse with the idea that I wouldn't put him through anything I went through, the bruised face and the body tied up in

Man, how can he get this much stamina, I wonder what is he eating . He get up from the bed, take out his boxers and wore them. He grabbed his shirt, pants wear them and unlock the door and went away. I'm on the bed with nothing, exhausted from the wild intercourse, and left me like I'm some paid whore. It hurts, but I can do nothing about it cause I can't make a person to treat me well, it's had to be in himself on how to treat a girl whom he fucked so hard a couple of minutes ago. Seems like he is not allowing himself to know me, to understand me and moreover to accept me as a good friend also.

“He is not, he is with the doctors, you and I both know that Damon would never agree to that unless he didn’t have a choice, I will take your father back to your mother, I just need time, I will make sure he gets back the honor he lost.” “He will never want to see my face again, they will never want to take me back,” I whispered, more tears streamed down my face when he wiped them, the darkness didn’t fill his eyes anymore. He was filled with remorse, sadness, it was something that Damon could never have. He could never feel because he is inhumane.

' Mark finally snapped in the face of my mother's relentless cruelty and shouted, "Enough! A few calls prove nothing. Ariana has been missing for days, and not only are you unconcerned, but you also curse her. You're not fit to be a mother!" My mother threw the package on the floor and retorted hotly, "Do you think I wanted to be her mother? She's a murderer who killed her own father and should have died long ago!"