Acidity Of Regret Novelas e Histórias

Strong. Unbreakable. And for the first time in years… I feel something unfamiliar pressing against my chest. Regret. Real regret. Because suddenly every mistake I’ve made… Every obsession. Every manipulation. Every attempt to control Evelessa’s fate… Feels heavier than it did before. And the worst part? The one person fate gave me… Is the one who despises me the most.

At twenty, she designed a brooch and a pair of cufflinks for him. Noel's eyes turned red as he looked at them. He felt pain all over his body. His heart felt like it was being clenched tight by a pair of hands. He could hardly breathe. Noel covered his face with his hand. His tears fell through his fingers and wet his sleeves. That was when he suddenly understood. He knew what it felt like to lose something, only to realize too late that he cherished it. Even though Stella was only three months pregnant, Eric was already thinking about names.

"Are you sure? What if you regret it later?" "Regret?" The word made me laugh. Not a joyful laugh—just a hollow one. "I’ve had enough regrets. I regretted being born into that family. I regretted being born human in a world filled with werewolves. I regretted meeting Alessandro. How many more regrets can I possibly carry?"

Richard answered a moment later. "The reason I gave up is simple. I don't want to make her cry anymore. I can't stand the way she looks at me with tears in her eyes. It made me feel like my love is something disgraceful, like I'm the worst kind of scumbag in the world. "I used to think it did not matter. She'd still only belong to me, whether she hated me or resented me. But things are different now. I can't see her cry anymore.

But taking advantage of a woman who’s been broken by my son is the lowest I’ve ever fallen. I groan and rush into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and leave the temperature on cold. I need the freezing water to shake me out of my feverish need. Regret is a venomous emotion. It holds on to you within its grasp and twists you until I don’t know what’s up or down. I have many regrets. I regret not getting help for my mother and not standing up to my father. I regret falling under the spell of a predator who manipulated me when she saw my pain and trauma. I regret succumbing to my darkness for that beautiful woman who entranced me. I regret producing a son who’s just like my father.

It was the opposite of everything I'd had as Luna. It was perfect. I sat on the edge of the bed, my single suitcase at my feet, and I finally let myself fall apart. The tears came without warning, wracking sobs that shook my entire body. I cried for five years of wasted love. I cried for the girl I'd been at twenty, so desperate for someone to love her that she'd ignored every red flag. I cried for Theo, for the confusion he'd face, for the mother who'd left him behind even though leaving was the only way to save them both.

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

“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.”

Arrick catches my face with a hand on each side, molding my cheeks and pulls me to him so I can’t turn away, bringing my forehead to his in the flickering light so that I can make out his eyes on mine. “I regret that every day, Sophie, even now, because those three months of not being with you killed me. They ripped me apart in every way imaginable, like a constant agony I couldn’t fix. I know I left you alone, baby. I wish I could undo all of it and go back to the beginning and always go with my heart and fuck my head. I hate that I did that to you, that I did this to you, but you have always had me. I would walk to the ends of the earth for you, Sophie, you have to see that. I always would

“Revenge? For what? It’s pretty clear you’re the one who messed up, Alex. If anything, you should be trying to get closer to her and make things right, not push her further away. What kind of revenge are you even talking about?” Alex hesitated, then said, “I thought she moved on. She had a kid with someone else, and she’s been going on dates. I guess… jealousy got the better of me.” Greg let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Your ego is going to destroy you if you don’t learn to control it. Not every thought that pops into your head is a good one, Alex. So, what changed your mind? Why the sudden regret?” “I saw her son today,” Alex said quietly.