Family Regret Novels & Stories

"It was my fault. I let things happen to Miss Daisy." It wasn't really Mrs. Hayes's fault. She just loved Mama too much. Everyone here was crying. They were all in pieces. I drifted around the room, but I couldn't wipe anyone's tears for them. I think Daisy did something wrong again. At the funeral. The girl in the open casket was wearing a pretty dress, her eyes closed. She looked like me, and didn't look like me. Pa came in. He was dragging one leg behind him. The second he saw me lying there in the box, his face lit up, and he rushed over.

Once we were a little older and less demanding to care for, she'd bring me back immediately. But as time passed, that thought grew dimmer and dimmer. She poured all her love and hopes for the future into Katrina instead. And when she went back to the countryside and saw me, grubby as mud, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of disgust. Maybe that was the moment she first let favoritism take root. And from then on, today's tragedy was already set in motion. Tears of regret streamed down Mom's face. If she could have a second chance, she'd keep both of us with her, no matter how hard it got.

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

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

After the accident, I came home in clothes soaked with blood. Mom and Dad took one look at the bandages covering me and immediately asked what had happened. I clenched my fists and said, “Car accident. My phone’s emergency SOS automatically sent my location to my emergency contacts and tried calling them. Mom, you hung up. Dad, you never even checked the alert.” I thought they would apologize and promise that they would never ignore an emergency alert again. Instead, Mom frowned. “Why would you put down my number? You know I have a heart condition. What if I suddenly got an emergency alert like that and passed out from the shock?” Dad waved a hand dismissively. “My blood pressure is hi

He was being ungrateful. Mandy sighed. “Grandpa, when exactly will you understand? If things go on like this, our family will fall!” When she reached home in the afternoon, she was filled with resentment Harvey, who was mopping the floor, became curious. “What happened?”

That is a fact I've kept close to me for most of my life. Oh, what it would be like to have uncles, aunts, grandparents. What would it be like to have a big family? Recently I gave up on those dreams as they only made me feel longing whenever I thought of them. That longing turned into sadness. And sadness turned into anger. Anger then turned into resentment.

He tugged his chin up, recognizing that I needed space, and back up again. "You would run away too if you had all of my family's drama," I grumbled and my legs finally decided to work. I took a step forward. Sighed in relief. Let my head tip back to just breathe in a bit better. "All families have drama." "Yes, but mine is a different shade of fucked up. Mated parents that were split up because of a child. Murderous grandfather. A daughter that still feels stung by rejection, even after all these years." I blurted it out. Listed it so effortlessly. It was almost comical.

In Robert’s heart, he felt regretful as he only wanted to reconcile with a friend who was hard to come by. When Heather saw the gloominess in his eyes, she interpreted his expression as wanting to reconcile with the Hart Family, so she nodded her head. “Grandpa, you are right! Why don’t the Hart Family and the Langston Family reconcile?” “You…” Immediately, he pointed at her. “What nonsense are you talking about?” The moment his thoughts were interpreted by his granddaughter, it felt as though he was suddenly stripped naked, which made him uncomfortable. “Grandpa, you lost two of your best friends. Isn’t this something that you regret the most?” She stared into his eyes. Tonight might not be

A very perculiar couple, she thought. Old Money, very successful and private. She’d done her research on them when she was bored (Not to ignore that she barely found any background info by the way.) But right now, they looked nothing like the elderly power couple in the media. Mr. Reynolds, his broad shoulders hunched held his wife close, his hands stroking her hair in an attempt to comfort her. Lydia Reynolds just wept silently, her body trembled with each sobs. Emma didn’t dispute that parents shouldn’t be hurt and broken by the impending death of their child, but one thing she smelt from them was regret. A deepsated regret that honestly made no sense.