Regret Novels & Stories

A new feeling had woven its ugly clutches around him for the first time in three years…not guilt, not worry…. Justin felt regret.

“Katherine, are you satisfied now?” Rachel struggled to sit up. Her carefully painted makeup had long since been ruined by mud, water, and tears. Seeing her in this miserable state, I suddenly recalled the past—how she always used this exact same pitiful expression to make Carlson break the rules for her, again and again. “Katherine, please listen to me,” she sobbed, her voice filled with that familiar, nauseating softness. “Lena is gone… The living should move forward, alright?” My fingers tightened around Lena’s pendant. Move forward?

“Things… from before. If we were truly granted a second life, like you believe, what if she…?” I clenched my jaw. The idea haunted me. The guilt was a rot I couldn’t scrub clean. If she did remember everything — the cruelty, the indifference, the betrayal — how could she ever love me again? “I have to earn her back,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone. Elvis cleared his throat. “Then start by looking into Freya. She’s been… unpredictable.” I nodded. It was time to start peeling back the layers of this rotten palace.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tamped down the flare of heavy feeling in his chest. "Yeah, Fred. I'm sorry. I had forgotten that you acquired Reggie’s number after him. Sorry, I'll go and rename it." "No problem, sir. I'm here, by the way." Hunter cut the call and stared down at the floor. Ordering Reggie around has become a habit. Sometimes Reggie carried out stuff without Hunter having to tell him. They both were accustomed to each other. Realizing that Reggie was no more was hard. Hunter gulped hard and told himself to get used to it. But… Can you forget a significant part of your life overnight? Trying to forget Reggie and accepting that he was gone is similar to this feeling.

he mumbles once again, clearly being hard on himself. “You didn’t know something like that would happen, Harv.” “But what if it could have been avoided? If I had just stuck to my routine… things would have been different. Maybe.” I understand where he’s coming from. Regret is a powerful emotion—it makes you question every single decision that led you to this exact moment. But I can’t let him dwell on it. Not when he needs to focus all his energy on getting better.

I wonder again and again how I could have been so blind, how I could hurt the only woman who has loved me with all her being. My nights are filled with nightmares and shattered dreams. I close my eyes and see Melek's face, I see how her gaze transforms into disillusionment and hopelessness. I torture myself with the memory of her tears, her words of pain and rejection. Every tear she has shed is a reminder of my failure as a man and a lover. I bitterly regret my actions, of abandoning her and denying her the happiness she deserved. Regret is like a fire burning within me, consuming any trace of tranquility. I wish I could turn b

He looked like a stray dog, cast out and utterly lost. “What if I said I’ll change?” He raised his head, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “I can be better to you. I can be a good father to Yael. I’ll take him out and spend time with him. We can start over. We can be a family again.” So, he knew all along that he had been wrong. He knew the hurt he inflicted on us but justified it because of the love we once gave so freely. But now?

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.