From Prisoner To Phoenix His Regret Novels & Stories

" So I totally understand why you love your privacy so much Phoenix. I have no trust in anyone aside you because you gave me a new found hope when I almost thought of giving up..." " So you could say that I'm your prince charming?" " If you put it that way!" Replied Althea, adjusting his jacket over her properly. "So, didn't you have any friends? Were all inmates mean to you? I mean, from everything Dr. Sam told me, you were in a depressed condition" Phoenix asked. "I had friends. But turned out only one had my best interest at heart. I wouldn't want to go much into details, but I've learnt my lesson actually..."

The glorious was an irony. All three of them crashed heavily with their knees on the ground, staining it with their blood and sweat and I stared between with a mixture of emotions. — Anger, disappointment, and readiness. I raised my hand and the hall went silent at once. I brought my hand back down to realize there was one sound that hadn’t gone quiet. The sound of Ralph growling. I smiled again. “I don’t regret anything! I want you to know this Isla!” Ralph bawled, struggling against the chains that were retraining him. “You deserve to die!”

I didn’t care if I cried. Phoenix pulled back at my words. His eyes were downcast with shame and wild with guilt. It confirmed what I already knew. He was just another hunter like the rest. Then Phoenix did the unexpected. He steeled himself. Then he took steps forward and closed the distance between us. I had to look up to meet his eyes as he got closer. “You are right. You are right Morning. We are monsters that should have remained in the dark. I’ve done things I regret. But I refuse to go out like that.

Just after the smoke cleared she was nowhere to be found. Somebody helped her escape even though I had her in my grasp. For the first time in my life, I felt incapable and I hate that feeling. “I want Julia back. I regret letting her out of my grip.” I spoke with my emotions throbbing and Aurora shot a deadly glare at me with a spiteful growl. She scoffed. “You want your ex back now, huh! I thought you said she was weak and you can't have anything to do with her. What changed?” She arched her eyebrows. Her smile turned pale while she stared at me with disgust.

"If this is truly your decision, then I will respect it. Remember this. No matter what happens, this will always be your home." Tears spilled over. I wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, my Lady." As long as I severed all ties with Caspian, the tragedy of my previous life would not repeat itself. He would live long, and Valdrin and Derya would never fall into despair or hate me so deeply. This life would end well for everyone. The second regret written in Caspian's journal, his regret at failing to resist his parents' arrangement, should count as resolved as well. Should it not?

"She was seven and she shouldn't have had to make that choice! None of us should have had to make these choices! We shouldn't have to sacrifice children to save aliens who attack us! This is wrong! All of this is wrong!" "You're right," I said. Quiet. Firm. "It is wrong. It's absolutely wrong. But it's also reality. And we can be angry about reality while still living in it. We can hate the choices while still making them. We can grieve what we lost while being proud of what we saved." "I don't want to be proud," Phoenix said. "I want my wife back. I want my daughter to be seven and normal and free. I want none of this to have happened."

In the end, both the wolf spirit and the nervous system would die together. I was already beyond saving. Death awaited me. Even if I told him the truth, what would it change? At most, it would wring a few more tears out of him when I died. What was the point? Casey’s voice dripped with a cruel satisfaction, as though he was savoring the taste of revenge. “All this groveling for a salary? Or is it because Charles Windsor landed in Silver Prison, and now that your backer’s gone, you've come crawling to me?”

I'd compensate you handsomely," he said, like it was a transaction. Every fiber in me wanted to retort everything he said back at him. Word for word. How it felt in my blood. But I could only gulp as fluid came out of my nose. " You think this is a joke? You think I stayed with you for three years because of some silly crush I had on you then? You think I'm that low ? "I sniffed. He operated his phone like I was a ghost. Just like every other day, my words and actions were never taken as anything. " You'd regret this, Ronan," I said calmly. He chuckled, his fingers relaxing his tense brow." I regretted three years of having something with you. "

“But isn’t all this tragedy because Mr. Patrick could not realize his own feelings? Isn’t that just asking for trouble?” Ethan, Axel, and Kira all glared at Elvis, who drank his drink awkwardly. A bitter feeling welled up in Kira's heart. Mr. Patrick, who seemed so cold and unfeeling, had actually fallen for a woman without realizing it. During her three years of marriage with Thiago, did that man ever show her a hint of compassion or affection? Did he ever regret it after their divorce? Could he? No way. If he had any regrets, he wouldn’t have kept hurting her with his words; if he had any regrets, he wouldn’t have sided with those horrible women without knowing the truth and questioning he

Morrison spoke for the first time, jaw clenched. Mr. Jason tilted his head to him and then back to me. “Quinn, remember that you grew under my care. I admit I made a mistake, but I cannot hurt you.” The room remained silent. All attention on him. “I wish I knew their names. But I was never told.” I searched his face for the lie. There had to be one. There was always one. But all I saw was regret. Raw, ugly regret. The kind that comes years too late.