Brothers Regret After I Left Novels & Stories

When the news announced that a hurricane was about to hit, Astor Ballroom was glittering with dazzling lights. It was my birthday party tonight. The Don, Kane Miller, sat at the head of the table, with Vera Hayes seated beside him. Yet I was seated at the Consiglieri’s table despite being Kane’s fiancée and the person this party centered upon. Every guest noticed, yet not a single person thought there was anything wrong with it. A low rumble of thunder suddenly rolled across the sky, followed by a torrential downpour. Kane glanced up at me. “I’m going to check the storm preparations at the docks. I’ll be back to pick you up.” Then he handed his car keys to a subordinate and instructed h

When the embassy ordered an evacuation, my parents took only two people with them—my older sister, and the boy they'd raised as their own son. My sister was their little princess, and they couldn't bear to leave her in a country torn apart by war. Meanwhile, the boy was the child they'd cherished since he was little. They couldn't bear the thought of him suffering. As for me, all they offered were words of comfort. "You've been through a lot growing up. After everything you've endured, this is probably nothing to you. Once we get them home safe, we'll come back for you." Because of that promise, I waited in a foreign country, week after week. A stray bullet eventually found its way int

When the email from the company came in, I rushed into the living room, bursting with excitement. "Mom, Dad, Ethan, Tyler, I got the job at MT!" But the living room was eerily silent. Out of habit, I glanced at the couch. Four dolls sat there. One was Dad, one was Mom, one was my brother Ethan, and one was Tyler Brooks, the boy I'd grown up with. The dolls' button eyes stared back at me, their stitched mouths pressed shut. My chest ached, and I had to admit what I'd tried so hard to forget. I'd been kicked out of the house a long time ago. The day we turned 18, my twin sister cried until she fainted. She said I tried so hard at everything that I made her look like a loser. She couldn't take

My voice cracked with anger, and I had to take a deep breath before I could continue because I could feel years of buried resentment rising to the surface. “Years ago, you chose another man because he could give you something I couldn’t, and I spent years wondering what was wrong with me before I finally convinced myself that I had moved past it. Then you came back into my life, and I thought maybe you had finally understood what you’d thrown away. I thought you regretted hurting me, and I was foolish enough to believe that we could have another chance.” My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles ached, but I barely noticed because the words pouring out of me had been trapped in

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

He looked okay anyway. “One thing kept going through my head and it was how much I deserved it. How much I deserved to die because of everything I had done. But at that moment, I did have one regret and that was leaving while I was still on bad terms with you, Brother—“ “We were never on bad terms” I replied and he scoffed lightly. “There’s no reason to lie, Brother” Blake smirked and he nodded at me when I lifted my gaze. “I’m just glad you’re alive” I muttered. His hand stretched to my shoulder for a brief second.

" I mumbled under my breath feeling offended while my sister rolled her eyes in annoyance. I had failed to let what he had uttered after that to sink into the pits of my mind. I stated to yeave even louder. I was shook. I was afraid. Luke, dead? It finally sunk and suddenly, I was on a spree to find my missing brother Luke in a frenzy. My father just stood up and left. "Luke, where are you?" I shouted. "He is gone Anathi!" My sister shouted as she ran after me. "Gone where?" I asked my mind failing to comprehend that something horrible could have happened to him. "Luke is dead." She paused. She broke out into tears, heavy tears and she collapsed on the floor. Somehow, I sought to fight

Never. “I’ll leave you guys alone” Brody mumbled to me. I nodded a yes at him and he left the room. I held Mason as he began to cry, I was reminded of how I was earlier that day. Both of us not sure how to feel about the return of our brother. Both of us still feeling betrayal for our brother’s decisions. Both of us still not sure whether to forgive Roderick or not.

"well, I don't understand, if you were really worried about my health, you wouldn't have kept me close to someone who almost killed me" "Don't say that Lia, your brother regrets what he did already" Patricia put in softly, this was what she had been trying to avoid. "He should" she glance at a quiet Andrew who had his head lowered all this while "cause i'll never forgive him for what he did" a single tear escaped Andrew's eyes but he remained still "I'm leaving, i'm going back to Paris" "What! honey why all of a sudden?" Dan asked, shocked by the news. "I can't stand seeing your faces after all you did to me, so I'm leaving"

Noah I stared at Raymond, my heart pounding as his words sank in. “Oh…” I struggled to find the right words. “When… when are you leaving?” His face fell, a look of disappointment crossing his hazel eyes. I could see that my choice of words, “when are you leaving” instead of “when are we leaving,” had hurt him deeply. The realization that I was speaking in terms of separation rather than unity stung. I felt a pang of regret, wishing I could take back my words.