Drowning Him In Regret Novels & Stories

Ivan opened his closed eyes and carefully moved his body so as not to wake her and got off the bed. Looking down at his sleeping beauty, he remembered that day. Flashback… Days and nights passed without meaning, without hope. He lived each day in this damTed world in despair. He regretted his foolish act over and over and over again… but… that person would never return… she passed on and she’d never return to his side again. Each day he awoke in the morning feeling hopeless with a black, empty heart. He lived and drowned in the dark abyss with nowhere to escape. Her figure always followed him in the shadows as regret filled him.

I remembered the pain and the anger, the way I felt like I was drowning in my own tears. As I lay in the hospital bed, I felt a wave of regret wash over me. I regretted helping Kaye with her case, regretted giving her the benefit of the doubt. I regretted not seeing the warning signs, not realizing that she was a manipulative and cunning woman. And most of all, I regretted not fighting harder for my marriage. I regretted not standing up to Gael, not making him see that our marriage was worth fighting for. As the memories played out in my mind, I felt like I was reliving the pain all over again. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare.

They’re mine. His voice still echoed in my head, raw with realization. I had seen it happen in real time – the exact moment it clicked. The weight of it had staggered him, shaken him down to his core. And the worst part? I had seen something else in his eyes too. Regret. Not just the casual, surface-level kind. No, this was deeper. The kind that has been sequestered deep in a person’s soul. “Good.” My wolf huffed, her presence simmering beneath my skin. “Let him drown in it.”

I let the tears fall, my face buried in the fabric, wishing that if I cried enough, I could wash away the memory of that fateful afternoon—the moment I had bitten into Altair. Regret clawed at me, a relentless beast gnawing at my insides. I should have known better. I should have fought harder against the instinct that drove me to him. If only I had turned away, if only I had resisted the urge, maybe I wouldn’t be drowning in this sea of anguish. The blood on my cheeks was a harsh reminder of my choice, each drops a witness to my weakness. The weight on my chest grew heavier still, threatening to crush me from the inside out. My hands shook uncontrollably, and I could no longer control the s

After I stumbled out of his apartment, I spent it roaming the streets, walking in the rain with a dazed expression. Though I was drenched, it wasn’t the physical discomfort I felt. No. I was frozen, cold and frosty, all the way to my goddamn mind. When I got home, I stood in my shower for two hours. But it wasn’t water that rinsed me. Deep regret filled and poured down on me, covering my eyes, nose, and ears and jamming inside my throat until I was retching on the shower floor again and again. At some point, I was dry heaving. The entire time, a strong floral perfume, smell of sex clogged my nostrils and my fucking throat and his hands choked me. I didn’t go to my bed. I couldn’t.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

Her body shuddered uncontrollably beneath his hold, the waves of her climax gradually softening into gentle, aftershock tremors. Of course. He finally pulled back, a low, satisfied chuckle rumbling in his chest as he sat up on his knees. Reaching for a towel from the nightstand, he wiped his face with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes never leaving hers. “Wow,” he teased, his voice a mix of awe and gentle sarcasm. “Someone was enjoying herself. I think you tried to drown me.” A deep, hot blush spread across Cassie’s cheeks and chest. Overwhelmed with a sudden wave of shyness, she turned her face away, burying it in the pillow with a mortified groan.

But the agony inside me demands to be heard, even if it’s at her expense. Her breath hitches, a sob escaping her lips. The hurt in her eyes is a sharp blade twisting in my gut, but the pain of my own loss overshadows it. I'm drowning in my own regret, and I am dragging everyone down with me. It's only fair to not drown alone, is it not?

He feared he would be forgotten in time. As his thoughts came back to the present, he felt a mist covering his heart, as though protecting him from further regrets. He was drowning, drowning in water, drowning in sorrow, drowning in life. He drifted away, to a place far away. All hope was lost, and defeat reigned. Blackness all around him. The water still swirled, pulling him into infinite oblivion, yet it had become calm, and cool, much like his mind. All weariness was gone.