His Regret, My Light Novels & Stories

“When your day is long…And the night…The night is yours alone…When you're sure you've had enough…Of this life…Well hang on…Don't let yourself go…'Cause everybody cries…And everybody hurts…Sometimes.” The regret lays thick inside my heart. It just kills me inside. Why did I have to be so fucking stupid? I messed up something perfectly good by saying the one word that we both agreed should never have happened. I skip back and play the song over and over again. I can see his truck in the driveway; he is standing next to it; it looks like he is on his phone. The pain suffocates me again; I take one big swallow of my tequila to numb it away. It's two in the afternoon, and I am wasted.

He moves back and makes me lean against his arm, imitating those ball dances. "What're you seeing now?" I bring myself back to the comfort of his embrace. "Everything that surrounds me is darkness with potholes, broken bottles and thorns scattered in my path. But there's a light, so dim and far and I can only get curious about what it'll look like to have it in my hold_ if it could or if it could not help me find a more safer way with no potholes and thorns. But still, I'm afraid of bringing it into my misery. What if my unsteady legs make us fall into the pothole and it looses its spark? Then I won't just be alone again but I would also be guilty of my sin for the rest of my life. But somet

No light but that thin yellow strip. I cried until my throat was raw. Then I stopped. Stared at the darkness. And started planning. Because he was wrong. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t a disappointment. I was done. Done being his doll. Done being anyone’s doll. When I got out of here—and I would—I wasn’t coming back. Not for him. Not for the money. Not for the name. I’d burn it all down myself if I had to. The light under the door flickered once. Then steadied. I closed my eyes. And waited.

“You walk away. You keep your toy voice-box quiet. You pretend tonight never happened. And I pretend you’re still a person worth remembering. Because if you breathe one syllable to Vuk, to the court, to anyone about that night, about the information I milked out of you while you came apart under me—I will open you from navel to sternum and make sure the last thing your eyes see is my knife twisting. Slowly.” I released him. Stepped back. He rubbed the bruised wrist, eyes blazing liquid hate, but he didn’t lunge. Didn’t speak. Just stared—promising a future debt collection without needing a single word translated. I turned. Walked into the snow. Behind me the vocoder buzzed once more, almost

Scarlet leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. She had learned her lesson two years ago. This time, she wouldn’t be so easy to break. The tides had shifted, the storm had turned, Scarlet watched as the bridges burned. Voices that once called her cold and cruel, Now whispered regrets—were they mere fools? Apologies rang, yet felt too late, Two years of pain, two years of fate. She’d lost her name, her light, her pride, Now the truth had forced the world to decide.

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

Behind my closed eyelids, a jumble of images raced by. Jacob's scared expression, the bright flash of a gun, the rain-soaked driveway glistening under the porch light. I could feel my blood soaking into the smooth hardwood floor, a stark and slow reminder of my failure. Somewhere in that blur, the taste of copper filled my mouth, and I tasted regret. Regret that I’d let my guard down for one evening of hope. Regret that I’d believed in normalcy again. Regret that Jacob had trusted me enough to come here.

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

I held my head down in shame, noting that those instances were not few and far inbetween. A wave of shame washed over me as I reflected on the frequency with which I had succumbed to The Darkness. Yet, I knew that regrets were futile now. The past was etched in stone, and I couldn't alter its course. A solitary comfort flickered to life amidst the shadows of my regret: Roman was safe, and I had saved him. That selfless act now stood as a beacon of redemption in the darkness. It was a small solace, but it was enough to lend my eternal rest a hint of purpose.

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!”