I Won't Accept Your Regrets Manga Novels & Stories

"I see a man who rejected his mate because she wasn't good enough for him. I see someone who shattered a twenty-one-year-old girl and walked away without looking back. I see—" "I looked back." His grip tightened fractionally, desperation bleeding through. "Every day. Every single day for five years, I've looked back. I've thought about you constantly. Dreamed about you. Gone half-mad with—" "With what?" I yanked my arm free. "Regret? How nice for you. I spent those five years *surviving*. Rebuilding myself from the wreckage you left behind. So forgive me if I don't have sympathy for your suffering."

“There’s a reason why you leave Triton and that was that. The success of the riot in Muck. And there’s a reason why you succeeded in that riot because of this... us, together again in the place where we first met, with no secrets to bend and break us again.” Aera nodded but then she couldn’t help but teared up. And seeing her cry made me shed some tears as well, however, tears of joy, this time. “Listen. Regrets and guilt will always be there but there’s a lot of reason why we need to move on, darling. And one of those will start with acceptance. And I accept it. I accept it wholly,” I added with a smile, but my tears cascaded down on my cheek. I wiped it off and gave her a long but only gen

Amelia loved Adrian, her childhood best friend and the man she believed would one day make her his Luna. They even promised to choose each other despite not being fated mates. But on the day Adrian became Alpha, he chose her best friend, Sarah, as his fated mate instead. Heartbroken, Amelia left the pack—only to discover that she was pregnant with Adrian's triplets. Six years later, Amelia is a successful surgeon, a devoted mother, and finally in love with James, the human man who accepted her and her children without question. Then Adrian's father falls critically ill, and Amelia is forced back into the pack. The moment Adrian sees her again, his wolf recognises the truth.

"Oh, and those guys? I sent them. Just meant to scare you a little. Didn't expect... well, I guess that heirloom wasn't yours after all." "Briana." My voice was rough, but steady. "You'll regret this." She paused, then grinned wider. "I'm looking forward to it, Lena." And just like that, she turned and walked off. I lay there on the cold pavement, clutching the shattered bracelet pieces. Then I forced myself up. By the time I got home, her mocking voice was still ringing in my head. But then— I laughed. If peace was off the table, fine. I wasn't playing the victim anymore.

he nodded slowly, "I pray every day to get out alive, to get up every day and think of something else, but only you come to my head. you may be fine but I don't care, because it hurts to see that you followed without me, every second far from you are torture, so yes, I need to go, because being close to you just reminds me that I can not have you. " "The greatest regret of my life is to let you go without knowing that you would never come back, and with that you would take half of me together, leaving forever." Ninja finished speaking, and Sofia could feel the tears burning in her eyes, she wanted him to be happy, to find someone he could share all the happiness and frustration. Sofia sobbe

Stella watched the door close slowly and picked up her phone to call the police. After explaining the situation, she found out something unexpected. "I'm sorry, Miss Judd. We were informed that the car accident was unintentional. Your fiance signed off on the settlement. You can't make an official report now." Stella could hardly breathe when she heard the reply. Exhaling and inhaling became extremely difficult. Stella flung her phone onto the wall. She felt the pain from her limbs extend into her heart. In the end, she could no longer take it, and her sobs echoed in the empty ward.

42 "You will regret this separation the most, Alpha Fred. You will cry tears of blood and beg me to come back but I won't." Vera continued in her Alpha King's tone. "You ruined my life and now it's time for payback." Folding the papers, Vera held the roll in one hand and with the other she wiped her tears, "We'll stay mated. I won't reject you, neither can you. Because I won't let you to… Because I want you to feel the pain I felt. The first thing I'll do after leaving here is find a hot man and screw him."

Alex complained and asked, making Lucas divert his gaze with a sad expression on his face as he stared outside. "If I were you, I would have done it. Because now I know how I regret it….if I decide to walk away. When she was walking away, I could have held her back and apologized because we had a misunderstanding. But what did I do? I watched her walk away, and now she is no more. I could have hugged her and told her that I was so sorry, but was it pride that stopped me? If I had apologized, I knew that she would have forgiven me, I knew that Emily would forgive me…..but what did I do as the the beta of the blue sea pack? I watched her walk away from me angrily. I watched how she sacrificed

He very much regretted his decision. He should’ve shouted Harvey’s true identity and let Daito know. The fate of the Island Nations relied on this very information. It was a shame that there was no medicine for regret. There was no way back. Filled with his deepest regrets, Myata’s head tilted ever so slightly as he stopped breathing, He lay on Scarlett’s skirt, no longer alive. The crowd was dead silent. ‘He died?!’ ‘Did Miyata really die just like that?!’ ‘An Island Nation God of War and the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way… was killed off that easily?!’

“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