Zombie Apologize Novels & Stories

Dragons lay only one egg per clutch, yet my sister and I hatched together, a twin pair. I am favored by the elements and am naturally protected by the ice element. But Aithne is a non-elemental white dragon, called a "crippled dragon". So my parents ordered me to give her everything she wants and protect her at all times. When my fiancé ordered me to take the place of Aithne to test the drugs again, otherwise he would terminate our engagement. I calmly dissolved the betrothal contract. I gave my wedding ring with him to Aithne. When Aithne caused a huge mess, I went in her place to apologize and take the punishment. When they asked me to conduct the drug test on behalf of Aithne, and I calmly agreed to do so. "Noxivira, once this experiment succeeds and Aithne gets better, we'll get married." Morpheus gazed tenderly at Aithne, as if already planning how to celebrate for her. My parents were also eagerly waiting for the drug test's results, hoping to make Aithne the new princess of the Frost Dragon clan. But none of them knew—I won't be coming back anymore. Because the Forest Witch said I have a terminal illness that drains life. I'll be dead soon.

Everyone was watching them when Augustine grabbed my hand and said, "Where do you think you're going, my mate?" I can't believe her mate is the new Alpha! I once thought that Augustine loved me, but contrary to what he said, he was engaged to wolfless me, simply for the elders and the pack. And I knew nothing about this. Worse still, there's always a Rhoda between us. When Rhoda lied about me pushing her. "Apologize to her." Augustine said to me with an expressionless face. He always had the utmost tolerance and patience with Rhoda even if she wanted to kill me. When I finally shifted miraculously, my wolf revealed the unsettling reality, "Didn't you know the earrings he gave you had a location tracker in them?" I shuddered as I heard this. I jumped off a cliff, letting everyone think I was dead. Augustine, I want you to regret it; I want you to remember this day you lost me forever. I never thought we'd see each other again. He stared at me when I stood with a younger Alpha by my side and pulled me into his arms, "Don't touch my mate." "Augustine, I am not your mate." I sneered. "Keira, I am sorry, but don't leave me." The condescending Alpha begged me.

Samantha Sonnet, my wife who's also a hospital dean, decides to replace my name with Nicholas Spark, the intern's name on the surgical atlas that I've spent the last three years drafting without my permission. That atlas is then published. I burn the only original draft of the atlas in front of the entire department. Samantha blames me for being brash. "He's just leaving his name there so that he can ensure a smoother project closeout." After dusting the ashes away, I reply, "My academic achievements will always be mine. Since someone else's name is printed on my achievements, that means they are no longer pure." Later at midnight, Samantha hands me a glass of warm milk in an attempt to apologize to me. When I regain consciousness once again, I've already gotten strapped to a surgical table beneath a huge spotlight. I see a scalpel glinting coldly right above me. "You're a man of purity, right?" Samantha murmurs into my ear. "Three people's blood will be coursing through your veins soon enough. You'll be impure soon enough!" At the moment, Samantha is livestreaming an illegal organ removal surgery. As I stare at the camera hovering above my head, I say coldly, "If you've recorded enough evidence, then it's time to turn off the camera! Tell Captain Hardy that I've gotten my hands on the evidence he wants!"

[WARNING: This story contains mature themes with profanities, hardcore graphical explicit sexual situations, and others. Strongly recommended for 18+ only. Otherwise, read at your own risk.] Jack was still a child when his father abandoned him to Marianne, his lovely and caring stepmother. Through the good and bad times, they only have each other. But what if Jack suddenly admits that Marianne is the only person he wants to be with and love forever? A forbidden love that overflows like magma, so intense and hot that it burns with every touch. How will this kind of love survive in a world full of uncertainty, temptation, and mistakes? What if there are people who constantly try to keep them apart? Jack once told Marianne, "I don't give a damn about anyone. I want you to be mine! And it's fine with me if our love for each other burns me. Just want me and love me until the end, I am more than willing to be burned to death." Can their love last all the way to the end? NOTE: This is an English translation of a Tagalog story with the same title and author. The author wishes to apologize for any errors in vocabulary, spelling, phrases, or other translation issues found in this novel. In the future, this book will be further edited and polished to make it more suitable for English readers. For the time being, please enjoy it and don't forget to leave comments or feedback. Have fun reading! (The Tagalog/Filipino version is also available in this app).

I’m the Vettori family princess. The only one. It was our fifth anniversary. A big dinner party at the estate. A waiter spilled red wine on my husband Marco, heir to the Rossi family. My best friend, Sofia, slapped the waiter. Hard. Then she was all over Marco, helping him out of his jacket. Her hand lingered on his waist. A second too long. I just stood there, watching. Sofia saw me. "I was just closer, that's all. Helping him clean up. Don't overthink it." I just smiled. Grabbed my glass. I went to make the rounds with the old dons from the other families. I would finish this night with my head held high. Later that night, Marco crawled into my bed, stinking of booze. His hands were on my waist. He wanted sex. I pushed him off. "The alliance is over," I said, my voice dead. "We're finished." Marco sobered up fast. His face went cold. "I'm trying to apologize here. You're divorcing me because Sofia helped me with my jacket?" I laughed. He didn’t get it. Not until I threw the proof of his betrayal in his face. Not until I cut him off from my family. Then he was on his knees, crying, begging me to forgive him.

For years, Alpha werewolf, Lucas had been haunted by the memory of the day he rejected his fated mate, Lily. He had been young and foolish, and at the time, he believed that he could do better than her. But as the years passed, Lucas realized just how wrong he had been. Lily had left the pack, and Lucas had not seen her since the day he broke her heart. But when a group of rogue werewolves threatens the safety of the town, Lucas knows that he needs to act fast to protect his pack. As he sets out to track down the rogue wolves, Lucas comes face to face with Lily once again. She's back in town, working as a vet, and her scent still drives him wild. But when he tries to apologize for what he did, Lily shuts him down, refusing to forgive him for the pain he caused her. As they work together to fight off the rogue wolves, Lucas begins to realize just how much he still loves Lily. He's determined to win her back, to prove to her that he's changed and that he's worthy of her love. But just as they start to rekindle their romance, a shocking revelation threatens to tear them apart once again. Will Lucas be able to make amends for his past mistakes, and win back the love of his life? Or will Lily reject him once and for all, leaving him alone to face the dangers that lie ahead?

All because I opened a window to air out the room, my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Celine Ashcroft, caught a cold. In a fit of rage, my husband, Ronan Blackwood, had his men bind me and drag me down to the ice cellar despite my being five months pregnant. "Don’t think that just because you’re carrying my child, you can bully Celine. If even a single hair on her head is harmed, I’ll make you repay it a hundredfold!" Shivering violently from the cold, I knelt through tears, begging for forgiveness. I promised that from now on I would serve his precious sweetheart well to atone, that I would never again let her suffer even the slightest harm. He only gave a cold order to seal the cellar, saying I needed to be taught a lesson so it would be burned into my memory. A week later, when Celine finally recovered from her cold, he finally remembered me in the cellar. "Vesper, have you truly realized your mistake? As long as you agree to kneel and apologize to Celine immediately, I’ll spare you." What he didn’t know was that by then, I had already frozen stiff in that ice cellar. And the child he had treasured so dearly no longer showed even the faintest sign of life.

I could hear the thoughts of the poorest girl in the entire school. At our campus ball, she deliberately ate food that contained nuts to give herself an allergic reaction and blame me for it. With tears streaming down her face, she cried, "I know you don't like me! I know you look down on girls as poor as me, but you can't bully me like this!" Everyone believed her and turned on me, including my fiancé, Mark Hawkins, who was expected to form a political alliance with my family through our engagement. He pinned me in place and demanded that I apologize to the 'victim'. I shook my head, trying desperately to explain that it was not me who put the nuts in her food. That was when I heard the thoughts of that 'poor' girl, Alice, ''So what if she's the mafia don's daughter? I still brought her down. Being defended by her rich, clueless fiancé feels incredible!' I was stunned. Before I could react, Mark pushed me to the floor and said firmly, "Helen, apologizing won't kill you." A disbelieving laugh slipped out of me. I wondered if he would still say the same thing if he could hear Alice's thoughts. When I finally gained the ability to share the thoughts I heard with someone else, I chose Mark without hesitation.

On the day of my wedding, my fiance, Don James Colombo, left me at the altar again. "Angelina is in the ICU," he said. "The ceremony will have to wait." It was the ninth time he had abandoned me for his terminally ill childhood sweetheart. The first time, she had run away from home, and he could not rest easy. "Angelina is missing, yet you want me to stand here toasting at the wedding? Don't be so selfish, Leticia." The third time, he said Angelina was in a terrible state and threatening to take her own life — he had to go comfort her. By the eighth time, James had stopped explaining and simply had the butler notify me the wedding was off. For him, postponing a wedding was nothing. For me, the Buono Principessa left standing in a chapel, it meant ridicule and one hundred lashes from my furious father. The lashes split open my skin and left me running a fever that would not break. James would hold me afterward, apologize helplessly, and promise he would make it up to me after we married. He promised nine times. He kept none of them. So when he left me again for Angelina, I did not cry or make a scene. I packed my bags alone and in silence. It would be the last time he ever postponed our wedding. One month later, he would never be able to find me again.

Emma Young's childhood friend, Samuel Wright, is currently interning in my hospital. Even though he has misdiagnosed a patient, he remains arrogant and haughty. I personally drag him over to apologize to the patient and his family. On top of that, I request that Samuel reflect on his behavior at the hospital assembly. Samuel vents everything to Emma, only to get berated by her in return. "You're the one screwing up, and yet you still have the gall to complain about Michael? If you make this sort of mistake one more time, you're out!" Emma's reaction delights me. I'm relieved to see that she's a very logical person who doesn't show favoritism to Samuel just because of their old bond. I maintain my strictness around Samuel at work so that I can help him become an outstanding doctor. But one day, the police seek me out as soon as I'm done with an extremely difficult surgery. "Someone has reported you for medical malpractice. Please cooperate with our investigation." The enraged family members have me surrounded soon enough. "So, you're the quack who's responsible for my son's death!" Meanwhile, Emma has an arm wrapped around Samuel. Her gaze is icy the whole time. "It seems that we'll be having a new hospital director soon."