Drowning Him In Regret Novels & Stories

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

Realizing she wasn't going to get out of this, she allowed herself to float away. She watched herself from above, and let her thoughts take over. How could I be so irresponsible? Why did I come here with him? What will my parents say? What will everyone think of me? I was so desperate for attention, his attention, and once I finally got it, this happened. She drowned herself in self pity and regret. This wasn't supposed to happen. It shouldn't be like this! Coming out of her thoughts, she hovered over her body and watched him finish. She watched him neatly fasten his clothes, leaving no trace of what had just occurred. She watched him run his hands through his hair, putting loose strands bac

A silence was all I could afford right now. I simply sat there, frozen in time as regret washed over every cranny of me. It was like a tidal wave, sweeping through my veins and saturating my soul. Every memory, every thought, every breath was tinged with the weight of what I'd done. I could feel the ache of it, a deep sorrow that seemed to deep into every pore of my skiy. In that moment, I was drowned in regret. " Open the door". Those tick words coming out gently,tired on what to say. All I could bear right now is to get the hell out of this car.

He didn’t just say what I think he said, what…why would he say that all of a sudden? “Henry…” “I know it sounds unbelievable right now, I mean I’m the same guy who threw his wife out of his house, took their child from her, and made her feel unwanted when she clearly loves me. I’m the same guy who took my mistress in and stayed with her without realizing what I’ve lost. I’m the same guy who rushed to his ex-wife after finding out he has a cheating girlfriend and is now confessing about his unwanted feelings to her. I sound pathetic right?” He asked with a low chuckle but I didn’t say anything.

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

Regret had taken hold of him, gnawing at his insides, making it nearly impossible to think of anything else. He turned on the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away some of the guilt, but as he stood under the stream, the tears began to fall, mingling with the water. He couldn’t stop them. He felt like he was drowning, not in the water, but in the overwhelming guilt that filled his chest.

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

My hips bucked wildly, orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, my juices flooding his face as I shattered, walls pulsing around his fingers. He didn’t stop, licking me through it until I was a trembling mess. Then he rose up, gripping his cock and rubbing the fat head along my slit. “Ready for this, baby? Gonna fuck you so deep.” With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, my pussy stretching around his girth, every inch filling me perfectly.

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…"