Do Your Best To Regret It

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

They say that love heals all….but what happens when the other half of your soul is torn away from you???What happens when you have not even begun your life and then you are all alone?Would you sell your soul to the Devil for a chance to be re-united with your love again? Would you take on the bargain with the Devil so that you might get a chance to find your soul-mate once more?Seventeen year old Aithusa, does that. She becomes a demonic creature from a normal human being selling her soul for eternal slavery just for the sake of her love. She becomes a Succubus for more than a millennia becoming a sexual slave for Hell only to forget her ordeals every twenty years and start afresh. But what happens when her love is finally in front of her and she has no memory of him? What happens when it turns out that the Devil has done nothing but tricked her into forgetting the only one for whom she had sold her soul?Will she remember who she was? Who she is? Will her love make her soul whole again and bring it back from the clutches of hell?

"MATE!" Terk says loudly, in the middle of my Luna Ceremony with Trina. "Mate." Silja says out loud. "David? What are you doing with Ms. Mayer? Alpha Gerard is suppose to be her mate?" "What is going on here?" One of the elders asked. Trina then glares at me, "The photographer Gerard!? She's the one-night stand? She's your mate?!" This cannot be happening right now! Then the elder understood immediately and spoke loudly, "THE LUNA CEREMONY WITH TRINA IS CANCELED!" *** Silja is young, ambitious and has dreams of being a successful photography. Gerard is a successful Alpha of Night Crown and a CEO in the human world. After a chance encounter, spiked drinks, and a one night stand, Silja and Gerard intertwine their lives in a way neither thought it would happen. Now they are forced into a mate bond. Gerard resents Silja and blames her for getting in the way of true love. Silja is hurt by Gerard as her fated mate continues to reject her. There are people waiting in the dark corners and shadows waiting for them to fail. During this time, Gerard will either need to open his eyes or continue to be blind and Silja will either need to forgive or move on with her life.

My entrepreneur boyfriend and I had been living in a tiny rental, eating bread every day. Then one day, I saw his name on the Young Entrepreneurs List. Not only was he the CEO of my company's biggest competitor, but he was also worth over 100 million.

Amara Lorraine Hermosa, the epitome of a loving daughter, benevolence and pulchritude, was the type of girl who you can easily be with. Just by her fascinating physical appearance, every guy can't help not to simp over her. However, she's not interested in those guys because she was already smitten with Calvin Villanueva, an Electronics and Communication Engineering student. But Calvin didn't know her existence. Kaya naman nang mag-college si Amara, hindi siya nagdalawang-isip na mag-enroll sa unibersidad na pinapasukan ni Calvin. And after years of liking him, she finally caught his attention. That's how their unexpected romantic relationship started. And just when they thought they're going stronger after years of being together, another girl entered the picture.

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.

“I married you only because you got pregnant with my child, do not expect more from me.” -Him “Hanggang kailan ba ako magmamakaawang mahalin mo?” -Her ******* She was eighteen when she gave up her dignity and asked him to sleep with her, but he refused, humiliated her and broke her heart into two. She was twenty-five when she learned that he was getting married to her best friend, she felt betrayed and it broke her into pieces. Ruby Rose only loved one man her whole life, she admired him since she was young and not long after, it bloomed into love. She loved him to the point of destruction. She will do everything for him to open his heart for her. But will he ever reciprocate her feelings or will she always be begging for his love?

Being pregnant at a young age is not a very happy moment for an omega who has strict and not so loving parents. Kicked out of her house by her own parents, selling her body to save the lives of her little pups. A graded student never planned her life like this. And screaming at her top of the lung as for her dead pup was never something Irish has imagined. Going through so much hardship. Irish become a slut and whore for society and her parents. She was kicked out of her home and forced to live on the streets. But Just as the nights, a beautiful sunrise happened, just like this Irish life chanced after meeting an alpha who pity as well as disgusted by her presence.

Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago. When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going. "It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already." I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone. At the spot where we buried it, I started digging. Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn. But there were three others. One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almost brand new. The old extra box had a name scratched into the lid. Vince Houle. On it were the words, [My secret crush was a war I fought alone. Natasha, I hope you're happy.] I remembered him then. He had been a quiet guy who sat behind us in class. The kind of student no one really noticed. The two newer boxes had names carved into them, too. Natasha and Vince. The date etched into both of them was today. On Natasha's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] On Vince's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I can't openly congratulate you on getting married.]

What will you do if you can no longer remembered by someone you really love the most? Gonna leave or stay?