Bitter Regret Novels & Stories

The bitter taste of regret filled my mouth, a reminder of the irrevocable damage inflicted upon the Russo legacy. In the muted atmosphere, I couldn't find the courage to lift my head and look at my brothers. The knowledge that my presence alone had fueled this degradation weighed heavily on her conscience. Guilt and sorrow intertwined, painting a desolate picture of a family torn apart by betrayal, both from within and without. Their whispered conversation, like a distant hum, faded into the night as Viktor's triumphant words echoed through the empty space. The weight of loss settled heavily, shrouding the room with an air of melancholy.

Still, there was no deeper sentiment in their regard, only a soldier's appreciation for another's grit. Barrett often found his thoughts wandering back to his first battle at Victory Pass. He couldn't help but regret that time couldn't be rewound. If only he had focused on earning merit back then instead of getting entangled with Aurora, perhaps his life would have turned out differently. But life offered no second chances, and there was no magical cure for regrets. He couldn't measure how much a wrong decision had cost him in life. He had made his decisions, and the consequences that followed were his alone to bear.

Xander sighed at Harry's words. "You remember I told you about my late wife and the sin I did to her." Harry nodded his head. "You know she never punished me for anything. She didn't take any revenge on me but I still suffered severe pain for years, Harry. And you know what was that pain." Xander stared at the young man who silently looked at him. "Regret. I lived every moment in the pain of regret. Regret is the most painful feeling one can feel Harry and the burden of it is like a slow poison which kills you slowly slowly." Harry still didn't say anything and only looked at Xander with cold eyes.

I mean, look at us never missing an opportunity to update one about the other’s life and even referring each other as brothers. I know it was shameful and pathetic of me to use his past against him, and I could feel regret seeping through my heart. Only then did I realize the truth is a bitter pill I had to swallow. A fatal pill I was fully aware if I swallowed the after effect will be one that will break me.

His trust, his love, his belief in me. He's too close to me and trusted me enough to bring the girl he loves home. And I shattered it. “I regret it!” he yells. That one hits differently, and it sinks deeper. “I regret bringing you here. I regret being your friend. I regret caring about you!” Regret. The word echoes in my head because I feel it too. A suffocating, unbearable regret that claws at my chest and refuses to let go. “I regret loving a liar!” My fists clench at my sides in shame because that's also what I am right now….a liar, a failure, a disgrace of a father.

No matter how much I try to shake them out of my mind they never go away and keep floating around my head. "Don't call me Angel, it kind of makes me sick coming out from your mouth and how dare you to give me the idea of aborting our child and as for the sister matter YOU DON'T GET TO FUCK YOUR SISTER EVERY NIGHT AND I DON'T WANT A SINGLE PENNY FROM YOU. Just letting you know that I won't forgive you easily when you regret it and come back to me begging for me to help you and take you back in my life. I know you are gonna regret all this one day because that bitch will destroy you. Mark my words. She betrayed you once. She will betray you again. Just open you fucking yes, you bastard and rem

And bitter, so bitter, was her regret. "I can’t face seeing Gilberto again." Her voice was shrill, and still she didn’t turn around. Her hand was on the door now, but not to open it, more for support. The horrors of the day were finally catching up with her, and the feelings she had denied and willed herself not to examine until she was safely alone were now making searing contact with her brain. "I don’t think I could stand to be..."

Delisha was still mumbling, confiding in Cheryl's grave. "Ah, mom is still not sincere. But ... Today, with all the weaknesses, mom came here for the first time. This is not an easy thing, baby. But, slowly, mom can get up. You go, but the deepest regret of all of us will not be. We never forgot we caught up with you. Mom knows, you once said, mom as the cruel mother on this earth." the tears did not stop flowing. They were even getting heavier like Niagara Falls. Delisha had promised to forget everything but returned to the grave, just like returning to remembering old memories that were stored, and the wound came back, making foul pus. "Happy there, my baby. Mom will always love Cheryl, no

"When you retired back then, I thought it was such a shame. It's just like how you felt when I retired, too." Maria looked up. "Why?" Robin sighed. "You loved that man so much, you gave up everything. The home you grew up in, the cello you had practiced for years. And now, look at how it all ended. I just feel sorry for you." Maria lowered her eyes. The steam rising from the coffee blurred her vision. Her tone remained calm, without a trace of regret. "I loved him plainly and wholeheartedly, and gave everything without holding back. I have no regrets now that I have to leave. That's enough for me. As for those who hurt me, I believe they'll get what they deserve eventually."

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"