Without Remorse Novels & Stories

The pain of her own hurt mingled with the guilt of causing anguish to someone she held dear. In the silence of her room, Sukoon allowed herself to feel the magnitude of her remorse. Regret washed over her, a relentless wave of sorrow, as she grappled with the consequences of her thoughtless actions. She yearned for a way to turn back time, to undo the pain she had caused, but she knew deep down that words, once spoken, could not be erased.

“That property papers wouldn’t have set things straight – it does not have the ability to restore the wrongdoings in the past. Revenge has never been a way to tackle problems. Look at what it did to you. It has turned into someone who can no longer discern between right and wrong.” Dev remained silent, taking a moment for her words to sink in as remorse filled the silence between them. “Do you want to come in?” she eventually asked when he still stood in front of her doorstep like a destitute, unable to beg for forgiveness or ask for a second chance. He was grateful that she was kicking him out of his life though.

“How can you be so malicious, Deirdre! Your eyes are blind, yet this doesn’t hide your sinister intentions. Charlene helped you up the stairs out of kindness, yet you showed no remorse after shoving her down the stairs. You should’ve been the one pushed down the stairs!” Deirdre felt like laughing. “If you had come a little later, I would have been pushed down the stairs.” Brendan paused for a moment. Soon, he frowned in disgust. “You’re impenitent!” He pulled strongly to drag her off the bed. “How can you still sleep after crippling someone’s leg? Deirdre, you disgust me. Go to the door and repent for your mistake! Come back when you’re ready to acknowledge your mistake!” Deirdre was almost

How can one sin so freely then only but hours later you sit, and you pretend that it has never happened? Guess that is where this beast does not understand these humans. Do I care to wish? No. Yet, I am standing in front of Mirabelle's home. Why? Why do I care? I have laid waste to all that has crossed my path, and my destruction is not done, for I have one true wish I want to achieve as I stare at the reason for my heartbreak in the eyes. Shall I show remorse? Remorse is not a word that shall cross my lips. I shall relish in satisfaction as I stand over a body that I shall rip to shreds.

“I haven't been myself… I know. I don't want you to believe me, but… I… I… tried. There are things… these things I have no control over. I can't just beat them. I can't.” My chest was tightening. Everything was just dawning on me quicker than I had anticipated. “I'm not sorry—not because I don't feel remorse—but… I… I know I would do it again. I know that. And then, when I do, what do I say to you? Lie again? Say sorry again? How long do I keep saying sorry? “Riven, I cannot. I… my life—it has been awful, always awful. But now, without you, I don't know… it seems like it may be hell.”

She shouted, "Find them! Find out who took Cyril and brought him to this island! I want them all to pay with blood and be buried six feet under!" After giving the order, she finally remembered to have me untied from the post. My weak body immediately collapsed. Fortunately, Hannah caught me just in time and apologized shamefully, "I'm so sorry, Vance. I was weak. I let my own insecurity cloud everything, and I'm ashamed of the part I played." I looked her straight in the eyes and said solemnly, "I won't forgive you because you stood by and let Cyril die. The longer you stayed by Ella's side, the more you forgot what basic human decency even looks like."

he said, wincing. I rolled my eyes. The man’s healing factor might have been low, but he was still a werewolf. Their pain threshold was so much higher than most. He likely didn’t even feel the prick of the needle. He just wanted attention, like a toddler with a tummy ache. Well, I wasn’t going to kiss it better, if that was what he wanted. Surprisingly, he didn’t tease about that. Instead, after a moment, his expression fell again, back to that same remorseful look.

“The kind of creatures that ruin this world. Weak ones. Contaminated ones. What I did wasn’t murder… it was justice.” “Justice!” I said with a scoff. “Yes, Blake. It was justice.” he said, his voice sounding so cold. Opening my mouth to say something, I closed it without, swallowing hard, my heart was pounding. My teeth were clenched so tight my jaw ached. I could feel the tears gathering at the edges of my eyes, hot and unwelcome, not from sadness, but from rage. He had no remorse, not even a shred of it. And he had no pity for the people he had ended, not even for me.

And for the first time, she felt the stirrings of something foreign – not anger, not entitlement, but the faintest glimmer of remorse. But it was too late for that now. Far, far too late.

“All that sweet little doe-eyed bullshit... and all this time you were a lying, traitorous bitch.” He took a step closer, his fingers brushing my jaw, but there was no gentleness there—only contempt. “You think ‘sorry’ fixes anything? You think I want your damn apologies?” I flinched at his laugh. “Let me make one thing clear: I don’t give a fuck about your remorse. I don’t want your tears, your excuses, or your little gasps. Hell, I don’t even want your goddamn pain anymore. I want you, broken, humiliated, and begging for mercy that I won’t give. If you think I was a monster, you haven’t seen one yet.” I shook my head reaching for his hand but he just slapped my hands away. “Judas please, l