I Regret Almost Everything Book Novels & Stories

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

In his eyes, I only deserved to have a cheap bracelet, wear cheap clothes, and be moved to tears by a cheap cake and birthday song. Bitter tears welled in my eyes. I wiped them away; the calluses on my fingers made my eyes hurt. I felt like a creep who could only secretly watch as other people had their happy-ever-afters. I started texting Christopher to tell him I wanted to break up with him. Before I could finish, the restaurant's manager called my name. It was lunch hour, and it was so busy that I wished I could sprout a few more pairs of hands. I ran around, feeling so weak in the legs that I could collapse at any second. The fever was getting to me, so I accidentally ran into a customer

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.

Sadness seeped into my bones, like a winter chill that hesitated to leave even in the warm weather of spring. My heart was heavy with regret as memories came crashing through. The memory of her begging me to reconsider and just postpone the party but I had stubbornly refused, disregarding her begs as flimsy complaints. That was how I killed that beautiful soul and miraculously turned out alive. I shut my eyes painfully to cloud the regret in my mind. "Look at me," I lamented aloud "My life isn't even the least bit perfect. Why did I have to survive?" an ache of regret tightened around my neck making me wish I could alter the course of my life.

Nothing did. Regret clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. Every memory replayed over and over again, each one sharper, more painful than the last. My desperation, my greed, my need to have what wasn’t mine, it had led me here. To this. To nothing. I had ruined her life and in doing so, I had destroyed my own beyond repair. There was no going back. There was no fixing this.

“We may be divorced, but I haven’t forgotten the past.” From the beginning of the party until now, the shock she had given him had made him extremely agitated. If things continued this way, he might fall ill.. Kira's mood took a nosedive. She felt ashamed. “Oh, so what’s your deal now? The thing you could have had but didn’t appreciate, and now that you’ve lost it, you’re regretting it?” “Amelia?” “Mr. Thiago, you’ve missed the boat. The things I once wanted to give you, you didn’t want it. And if you want them in the future, tough luck!”

I said, there the truth, ugly, pathetic painfully honest. Lord Edmund looked at me for a time then he smiled sadly "My king" he said. "I have lived a long life" he said. Silence, "And I have discovered something” he said. I frowned, "What?" I asked. He folded his hands "Regret hurts more than rejection" he said. The words settled heavily inside me because I knew he was right I already regretted many years of mistakes, poor choices, broken relationships. I could not carry another one I rubbed a hand across my face "I do not deserve forgiveness" I said.

I stood under the old locust tree that hadn't changed in ten years, five cold metal boxes resting in my hands. At that moment, I felt like the biggest joke in the world. The wind picked up, stirring a few dry leaves across the ground. It cut straight through me, leaving a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. Somewhere I never saw, another man had been fighting his own quiet war with a secret crush. And my fiancée, Natasha Rowe, had been carrying a regret she never once spoke out loud.

I felt guit that even though it wasn't my intention, it still happened. Alia take me back please. I can't continue like this. Am breaking down every night l dont find you by my side. I won't let the same mistake happen. I fired all the females in my companies and l never met that woman again. My heart is only craving for you. Please rescue my drowning soul. I still want to breath for you and our babies.

I pleaded with deep concern for her wellbeing. "I might do something I'd regret forever if I spent any more seconds with you," she said as she pushed the suitcase out of the room. Just two hours ago, I had been filled with joy, and now that happiness has evaporated, leaving behind immense pain and sadness. If someone had told me this would happen, I would have mocked in disbelief. "Why do I make everyone I love miserable? Am I such a misfortune? I'm left all alone again, and this time I fear I may never find someone to love—or to love me in return," I thought as I wallowed in self-pity, regret, and remorse.