Her Final Experiment: Their Regret Novels & Stories

"Did I do wrong asking Madison to remove it?" Sarah blinked back tears. "No, not at all." She leaned against him, voice breaking. "I'm just happy it's over." I gritted my teeth as the pain hit. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Cynthia's commentary cut through anyway. "Sarah gave you a chance to back out. You insisted, and now you suffer. Learn poker before trying to force yourself into a bet next time." The women snickered quietly. I said nothing. Painful as it was, I endured silently.

CATTY’S POV When she looked up from the page, I saw it in her eyes. They had crossed a line. And they would regret it. When she looked up from the page, I saw it in her eyes. They had crossed a line. And they would regret it. But Xenia did not speak right away. She simply closed the ledger, her fingers lingering on the rough edge of the paper, as though sealing a promise with her touch. XENIA’S POV I left the study that night and walked through the west corridor alone. The halls were quiet, the lantern light stretching long shadows across the floor.

“What are you saying?” Her grin widened. “Those board members have secrets worth more than their lives. If you dig deep enough…” “Then I can control them,” Aiden finished with an amused laugh. He leaned back, impressed. He knew he could always rely on this 'vicious' woman for a perfect solution. His eyes drifted to the glass of wine she had poured for him. After a moment of consideration, he decided against drinking it. Poison or not, he wasn’t taking any chances. “Aiden,” she said suddenly, her tone shifting to something more serious. She bit her lower lip and set her glass down. “Now that the laboratory is destroyed, that means their special experiment is back to square one, right?”

Alex My heart raced as soon as I saw her. Genie was walking away from me, her steps hurried, her figure retreating toward the café’s exit. Just like that day, years ago. My breathing quickened, and my mouth went dry. I wanted to call out to her, to tell her to stop, but no words came. Instead, I stood there like a fool, watching her hair sway behind her with every step. Her hair… It wasn’t the same. The sleek, golden-brown strands I used to love running my fingers through had been replaced by darker, wavier locks. It suited her, of course it did, but the change clawed at something inside me, like a reminder that too much time had passed. Still, I would’ve recognized her anywhere. Even with h

The more they read, the more ashen their faces became. If the footage of Janice had already enraged them, then what followed in the chat history revealed the true face of the five years of hell I endured. "Lisa Carter, you think you're smart? Try beating my score again and see what happens." "Meet me at the usual spot after school. You'll finally see what kind of people you really deserve. You'll regret it if you don't turn up." "You told them I didn't buy your meds? Do you have a death wish?"

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

I told myself as I took a deep breath, hoping it would calm the pain in my abdomen down. After taking four deep breaths, the pain lessened but I could still feel a dull pain there. I continue pacing around the room and I don’t care if my foot hit any of the women on the ground. All I wanted was to get my peace of mind and I think I could only get it if I moved around. “This bitch is getting on my nerves huh,” another said, and just as I did the First Lady, I ignored her too. “Aren’t you the one we are talking to?” Of course, trust the last one to speak up. They wouldn’t just shut up for a whole day, always trying to prove who’s more superior to the other.

After all, life was all about risks and taking this risk for the right reason was not entirely stupid. As he delved deeper into his research, his expression turned resolute. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed, determination etched on his face. He would leave no stone unturned, no legal avenue unexplored. Noah's future depended on it. While he glanced through his laptop, his mind wandered back to that pivotal moment, etched in his memory like a masterpiece. The determination and desperation in Noah's icy-blue eyes, how he had said, “I wish you were my dad…I want it to be official…”

The doctor spoke, his tone solemn and his gaze consoling. I couldn’t even reply because what would I say? I’d barely even cared about her to know. I never really paid her any attention until recently. Even before she got convicted, I barely spared Charlotte any glance. And now, as I thought about it, I felt pain, regret, and anger. So much anger.

Evelyn looked away briefly. As though remembering something painful. “Years ago, before the experiments expanded, before the scientists became desperate…” Her gaze shifted toward the scientist. “…there were others.” The people behind her stepped forward slightly. Not threateningly. Almost proudly. Evelyn continued. “We were the first generation.” My stomach dropped. The first generation. Not experiments. People. Real people. Lives. Families. Dreams. Destroyed in the name of progress. The scientist scoffed. “You were failures.”