Without Remorse Tom Clancy Novels & Stories

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.

Adding fuel to the fire, I said, "Mr. Jenkins, seems like I'm not the source of your family's bad luck. You really should get to the bottom of the matter. You've been cuckolded for so many years, I think it's time to put an end to it." Lincoln, infuriated by what I said, kicked Maria hard. In turn, she wrapped her arms around his leg and pleaded, "Honey, this report isn't real! Believe me!" I was prepared for her to deny it, and so I interrupted her, "Mrs. Jenkins is right. The report was falsified, but not their blood types. You and Mr. Jenkins both have blood type A, while Leonard's is AB." Leonard gripped the report tight. He stared blankly at Lincoln, a look of disbelief flashing past hi

I didn't know anything about his history but I found this information in Rosaline’s laptop after coming back from Florence. I wouldn't kill him just for hurting me. I killed him because he used to kill people just for their organs. If he found a suitable donor he would kill that person to get the donor. He didn't even leave the kids. Maybe, oneday he would kill Jason for some business. He was a killer, unforgivable, and unrepentant. It was my duty to punish the criminal and I did what I felt was right. And I don't regret it. “Don't cry, Elena. We will find out who killed him and avange Jasver’s death.” I tried to consol Elena who was crying her eyes out.

Of all the wolves who died in that building as the rogues broke through, he may be the one who least deserved to live. And of all the people I’d want to be by my side when the end of the world comes knocking, Clancy isn’t one of them. If I’m honest with myself, I’d admit that I enjoyed watching what I thought was his demise. If I hadn’t been so distracted by my need to get out of there, I’d have noticed he survived and done something about it then. He shouldn’t have ever left that courthouse, not after all the sins he’s committed. Of all the people to be stuck with as I watch the world burn, he is the last wolf I’d choose.

Without having anymore regrets. This underworld business was tiring and hectic. It turns you emotionless. It makes you commit sins without you even realizing it. And he was saying all of this from his experience. He did many sins in his life he wished he could erase; he had regrets which he desperately wanted to wash off from his past. But they follow him like his shadow.

I noticed that he was slightly worried and my body was pinching me to ask what the problem was. "Throughout my life, I haven't done any good, I just killed people for a living, without any remorse and regrets, I tried to fill the empty hole in me but no matter what I do, it doesn't get filled up. Something happened recently," he wriggled his fingers and stared at them absentmindedly. I wondered how much blood had been spilt by those hands. "I killed someone I shouldn't kill, and surprisingly, for the first time in my life, I felt remorse and regret. I began thinking, why take lives, why not save them?" He told me with his voice barely above a whisper and I was glad that I didn't have to ask

“Brave looks better on other people. On heroes.” I reached out without thinking, thumb brushing the back of his hand. This time he didn’t pull away. His fingers closed over mine with enough force to bruise. “In another life,” he murmured, “I would’ve been better at letting people in before everything exploded.” “In this life you waited until it nearly killed him,” I said. “That has nothing to do with courage and everything to do with remorse.” Remorse. The word was a stone between us, heavy and sharp. He exhaled like he was letting wind out of a lung.

She wanted to sit by the river for a moment, just to “calm down.” Declan had wanted to refuse. But Marina looked fragile, her eyes reflecting a sadness too similar to an old wound. Declan no matter how hard he seemed on the outside still carried guilt that had never completely died out. After all, even though what separated them back then had been the pressure of the Jordan Pack and Pack rules, Declan knew part of the fault had also been his. So he stayed with her. He knew Marina couldn’t handle alcohol. But he hadn’t expected her tolerance to be that bad. After only two glasses, Marina was already unsteady. By the second glass, she lost consciousness completely.

As my words resonated through the room, so did the overwhelming pressure of my commanding authority. Sensing it, Horatius became frantic. He almost fell to his knees to beg for mercy, but I stopped him. "Horatius, you saw with your own eyes how they insulted me. Are you trying to cover up for them?" Iris barked, "Don't show them mercy. How else are we supposed to uphold the Kingdom's dignity?" Irina didn't realize how flustered Horatius was. Her tone was laced with sarcasm. "The consequences of doing you wrong? I'm amused. What can an Omega like you do to me?

Leon had always taken my sensibility for granted. Now he finally understood that I had spent my life tolerating a pack of wolves. He let out a bestial howl and lunged forward, trying to strangle that malicious Emma. But the police held him back. By the time Leon left the police station, night had fallen. He wandered the cold streets like a lost soul, walking aimlessly until he found himself standing before my grave. My photo on the headstone still wore that same bright smile. He dropped to his knees with a heavy thud. The freezing stone beneath him reminded him of how cold my body had been that day in the snow.