His Bittersweet Regret Novels & Stories

"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."

"Every touch of mine tonight, every breath I take near you, isn't because of that damn drug. It's because my entire soul and body realize that you are the only woman I want. You are the only one who fills every corner of my heart that was once dead." Aria pulled her hand away slowly yet firmly from his hold. She adjusted her clothes and sat upright on the sofa. Her eyes stared straight ahead, avoiding the gaze of the man now kneeling beneath her. His words of regret sounded deeply sincere, heavy with the weight of pain. Yet the agonizing pain of past rejection and betrayal was far too deep to be cleansed by late tears and delayed remorse. "Your regret can never turn back time, Mr. Lucas," Ar

If not, my life hangs in the fate of our goddess. I am now tasting the other side of fate, and believe me, it's utterly bitter and full of sorrow. Full of regret.

BITTER LOVE Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2021 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Josie Fifteen years ago… A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.

Baby The very last emotion that washed over me was regret. This is the state of feeling repentant over something that failed. So this is what really defeat feels like. Defeat. In a flash it brought me these questions, What do retrievers regret most the moment they knew their dying? The moment they look death in the eye for him to take them? Is it failed relationships or not even having one? Is it maybe missing opportunities to be real normal people? or just maybe simply living life more?

he whispered under his breath, the name slipping past his lips like a fragile secret. The sound of her name carried the weight of a thousand emotions—longing, regret, and the bitter taste of lost opportunities. He closed his eyes briefly, as though the darkness behind his eyelids could shield him from the sting of those memories. He had thought time would make it easier to forget, but the ache in his chest proved otherwise. It was as if her presence had never truly left him, lingering like a shadow, stretching across the years. The words felt bitter on his tongue, as if they were laced with a poison that still had the power to hurt. "Why is it so hard to forget you?"

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it No, no you'll play along Let her lead you on, on, on You'll be saying, "No, no" Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Why not? Numbness spreads through my fingers and toes, but I'm proud to say that I act normal. Like my whole world isn't crashing down around my ears. Like my sweet boyfriend isn't waiting for me in the parking lot, clueless as fuck. "As in... you didn't want me to come? You regret what happened yesterday?" Will I die of this sweet ache? "I—regret? Theresa, come on." Dr Strom glares at me like I'm the one who's being confusing as hell. "Of course I don't regret it one bit. That was—I will treasure that memory, even if we don't... even if we never..."

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

Ellaya knelt on the cold, damp ground, her fingers trembling as they traced the jagged edges of the gravestone. The biting wind clawed at her skin, its chill settling deep into her bones. Her hair, disheveled by the relentless breeze, clung to her tear-streaked face. The night wrapped around her like a shroud, heavy and unforgiving, as the venomous words of the man she once loved echoed mercilessly in her mind. *“I regret meeting you. I regret marrying you—even if it was only on paper, even if it was for revenge.”*