Novel & Cerita Attack On Titan Ova No Regret

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

Seeing her shoulders shake made him remember her words that he didn't contemplate on before. 'She was talking about being kidnapped. Did I really misunderstand her?' His eyes flicked to her tensed back. It was trembling and she was also rubbing her arms. Regret flooded in his veins as he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her face. "Listen, I'm sorry. I went too far." He spoke softly.

Regret looked straight into my eyeballs for stooping so low as to involve himself with her sister, Mendy. I couldn't escape the reality that I had taken Chloe's love for granted, blinded by foolishness. Now, the result of my actions has resulted in a shattered family and widespread hostility directed at him. The damage was irreparable, but amidst the ruins, I felt a burning responsibility to mend what I could. At least, if not for my identity to be regained and for my conscience to be free from guilt, then for the sake of Chloe's beloved grandmother, i needed to rectify the chaos i had caused.

I unexpectedly wish his hand remains there, but he takes it away the moment he realizes I am getting comfortable in his grip. Heartless bastard. The sound of a chair scraping back catches our attention. It’s red, embarrassed Ava. “I will take my leave. My dad needs me to attend to some matters. Goodbye, Grand Luna Susan.” She bows and saunters out of the room. I smile within myself, scoring another point to myself. Ava I have never felt more humiliated than I had been in front of the Valtor family. It’s already frustrating that I had to face the shame of my family being blacklisted from the market all because of that bitch.

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

My gaze darted to my surroundings, the sun shining intensely on my skin, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Stay away from them. I won't warn you again. Otherwise, you'll leave me with no choice but to stop you my own way," his voice surged, still familiar to me. His face contorted as he turned to Olivia, holding her affectionately by the arms, his gaze scanning her from head to toe.

The wind slapped across my cheeks, and yet I knew I’d heard right. The Alpha King. The peak. The sky. The lifeline of the masses… had just apologized to me. A Valley. An Omega. I didn’t plan to cry, but the tears burned anyway. After five years. After the devastation. After the ruins he left behind. After a life was taken and so many were broken he came to apologize. “Why?” I asked, my voice barely audible through my tears. “Why are you sorry?” He stepped closer, eyes tender in a way that broke me all over again.

Now that I was dead and gone, what was the point of regret? I didn't know who called the police, but it didn't take long for the officers to arrive. They hauled away a completely terrified Owen along with the sobbing getaway driver. Almost at the same time, the system's mechanical voice rang out, "Congratulations, Host. The regret meter has hit 100%." In that instant, I felt a sudden weight lift off me, my spirit growing light and free. Brilliant, warm sunlight streamed through the large windows of the chapel. To me, it looked like the road back home.

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

"This is it. We’re going into hostile territory, and we can’t afford any more mistakes. Whoever is behind this will pay with their lives, but first, we bring Kayla back." He looked around the room, his intense gaze meeting the eyes of each man seated before him. "This is our chance to redeem ourselves. Don’t waste it." The silence that followed was heavy as his words sank into every soul present. "We’ve faltered once," he continued, his tone darkening with the memory of betrayal, "but we cannot afford to fail again. Kayla’s life depends on us." He paused, letting the impact of his statement linger. "This is not just about redemption—it's about survival, loyalty, and honor."