روايات وقصص ضمن Do Your Best To Regret It

Don't worry; we will see to it, and you will definitely regret this act of yours, but then it might be too late. Before I could drop the last word, he had already zoomed off and was out of sight.

That sentence that he uttered felt like scraping open an unhealed wound and watching it bleed out. "Clara, I'm sorry..." he croaked, ruffling his hair. Mike turned around and kicked his car. "I swear I-" "-am sorry?" I mimicked. "If you want to right every wrong, try turning back time, rather than stand here and try to portray yourself as a person you're not. I know how rotten you are deep down, and my daughter wouldn't be an excuse for you to justify your actions."

Not being able to get his way made him shake. Still, he remained calm. Tried harder not to lose his control on himself. No matter what, he was wrong and he hurt his Dove. He needed to tread carefully. "Claire, please, hit me if you want but don't walk away. I don't want us to regret anything." He rasped. "Regret? You think I'll regret letting you go? Haha, you're pretty full of yourself! But you know what, the only thing I regret is falling in love with you."

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

They deliberately spoke louder. "Shouldn't you ask yourself that question? Didn't you claim Noel wouldn't be your groom? Why did he return home to discover his family preparing for a wedding? Stop playing hard to get. No one plays a better game than you, Miss Judd. These words are perfect for you."

"How my life turned out, Tears welled in Isabella's eyes, but she blinked them back. "You hurt me, Richard; you made me doubt myself and lose my self-worth.” "I know," Richard's voice cracked. "I know, and I can't take it back. Any of it. But I want you to know that I'm so sorry for hurting you and for taking this long to realise that you were the best thing that ever happened to me." He leaned forward, his eyes sincere. "Forgive me, Isa”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

Umma spat "Woman know how to talk to me before I do something we both will regret" "What is left to regret about. I don't think I have anything to regret in my life now, because Allah have given me anything I will ever need in this life. And let me tell you something you don't know. You see all this you're fighting for I promise you one day you will regret it. I don't even know the kind of human being you are, so selfish and self centered" "You're wasting my time, you know you have option, but if you think you leaving is the best then leave and don't turn back because if you do"

"Don't disappoint me. Men who disappoint me tend to regret it." "I won't disappoint you."

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”