His Deep Regret Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aria stared at him in disbelief. “There are some parts of your life where you would experience bad things and it would be the worst part of your life and your regret. This is that part for me. You are my worst experience and you are my regret.” Aria said, holding his gaze. “You are my regret, Dalvin,” she said again, and taking a final look at him, Aria walked towards Thane. She resisted the urge to look back at him or cry. She wiped her tears and tried to stay calm by breathing in and out heavily.

Forever at your service to crumple your soul like a piece of paper. Regret was among many emotions he got struck by when Daniel peeped in through the glass window. The sight of her lying almost lifeless on the bed was too heart-shredding to bear. He whipped his face to the side and stepped away. The sharp pain searing his inside intensified and his eyes moistened. He was convinced that it is regret that he was feeling. The regret of leaving her to fend for herself. He knew Ashley wasn't safe in this town but still, he left her all by herself only to see a smile on her face. Now that smile cost Ashley her life.

I couldn't be seen with her. I went up to my room. My room felt different. It smelt different. It had a light smell of my mate. Was she here? There was a little note on my bed. I recognized it far too well. It was Athena's. It was recognizable. The paper was folded from the right upper corner and the paper had little stars printed on it. Why would she leave a note for me? I sat on the bed and opened the piece of paper. Dear Nicholas, by the time you're reading this, I'm probably gone already. I didn't want to leave without telling you the truth, the guilt would eat me alive, especially knowing you're looking for your mate-

Yet, she is left with all but a broken hope and a bitter reality. “I took the greatest regret that I ever think off from my cruel life to which I choose, yet I was caught in surprise and realize I was the stupid one from all, for the greatest regret is not my life, but when I fall deeply in love with you.” Taken by lies and his regret she is caught to the eyes that are so cold, cold as it can be. The cold eyes he had then, the cold eyes she’s seen before, and the cold eyes that froze her painful heart back then turn to the polar opposite now.

His eyes burned with regret. But he couldn’t give up. Deep down, he still loved Jade. “Jade, I’m sorry. I truly regret choosing Clara over you. Please give me a second chance. I promise I’ll make things right,” he pleaded, his voice trembling as Jade hurried into her car and drove off. He chased after her, but he couldn’t catch up. Defeated, he sank into regret. Later, he dined alone at a fancy restaurant, trying to drown his sorrows. When he returned home, he found the front door locked.

I shot back. His shoulders slumped, but he wasn’t ready to give up. “Isabel, please,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “What’s going on? How are you connected to the Sullivan family?” “That,” I said, my tone as sharp as a blade, “is none of your business.” He flinched but didn’t back down. “I’ve been living with regret every day for the past three years,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I was wrong, Isabel. So wrong. And I’ve spent every moment since wishing I could take it all back.”

Some weakness they have for your sad eyes and your perfect tragedy. When the man called Haas, I didn't hesitate. Finally, someone was going to take something from you. Finally, you would know what it felt like to lose. I gave them everything. Your fears, your secrets, the cracks in your armor. I told them about David, about how to reach him, about what buttons to push. Watching you fall apart was the best thing I ever experienced. Every tear you shed fed something in me that had been starving for years. So no, I don't regret it. I regret getting caught. I regret that Liam found me. I regret that I have to disappear and start over while you get to live in your mountain fortress with your rich

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

“You already gave up the moment you threatened Marga. You made sure I’d hate you. You made sure there’s nothing left to save.” Something flickered in his eyes, like a shadow moving across sunlight. “I regret that,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. “I regret it more than you’ll ever know.” “Do you?” I snapped. “Or do you just regret that it didn’t work the way you wanted?” Behind me, Luna shifted uncomfortably but didn’t speak. Her eyes darted between us like she was watching something fragile about to break. Draven’s knuckles whitened around the bouquet. “I regret hurting you,” he said finally. “I regret every choice that made you look at me the way you do now.”

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship