I Wont Accept Your Regrets Spoiler Novels & Stories

“And what exactly am I supposed to regret?” Sadie was stunned. Regret what? For a moment, she couldn’t think of a good reason. “Anyway… you just can’t go to the academy. If you go, you’ll regret it!” Scarlett let out a soft laugh and looked straight at Sadie. “So tell me—will you regret it, or will I?” Sadie opened her mouth but couldn’t find a single word. Scarlett gave a faint, mocking smile. “Since you’re so desperate to stop me, fine—I’ll grant your wish.”

Amber spat “You have no idea how much you will regret losing someone like me! You should be thankful that, of all the things you were incapable of doing for me, I only looked for men who would make me cum…!” “Shut the fuck up!” Kendra leaned over her, pressing her hand over her mouth with a barely concealed slap, but it was too late. “The only thing I regret now is trading a real woman for someone like you.” Casey lamented and, to Alice's surprise, he turned to her, his look full of pain and expectation, almost as if he was hoping she had something to say about all of this. And, from the expectant murmurs around, he wasn't the only one, especially since even Massimo seemed a little tense.

SLAP! “Fu***ng bastard! ” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. A red handprint bloomed on his cheek, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stood there, his eyes filled with desperate longing. “Can you come back?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Come back to what?" I shot back, my words like venom. “This is the path you chose, Cole! Don’t tell me you regret it now.” “Yes, I regret it! ” he blurted out, the raw emotion in his voice catching me off guard. “I never thought I’d feel this way, but I do. I regret everything. I regret driving you away.” I froze, momentarily stunned. This was Cole, proud, arrogant Cole.

" I didn't turn back. I didn't look back. I just walked straight out of the house into the night. No regrets, he deserves what's coming for him

When she finally met his eyes, she whispered, “Do you regret it?” “Regret what?” “Letting me in. Loving me.” He was across the room in two steps. He knelt before her, gripping her thighs, forehead pressed to her knees. “I don’t regret you,” he said hoarsely. “I regret that I couldn’t keep the people I trusted from turning on us.” Sophia cradled his face in her hands. “Then we finish this. Together.” He looked up at her, something dark and determined lighting his features. “No more mercy. No more negotiations. I’ll burn every inch of this world down before I let him win.”

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..."

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

“That’s new.” A flicker of wry something crossed his face. He looked—tired. Regret lined the corners of his eyes. “I remember a lot of things,” he said. “More than I’d like.” Images slammed into my mind. The training yard, damp earth under my knees, his voice saying, “I reject you, Aria. You’re not worthy.” The balcony, his gaze bored, my collar biting, the dart flying. “You regret losing a ‘member of your pack’?” I asked. “Or do you regret losing your favorite convenient sacrifice when she stopped dying where she was told?”

For the first time in years, I forgot to be angry. When he walked me to my door, he didn't try to kiss me. He just took my hand and held it for a long moment. His palm was warm. Calloused. Real. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow is Lily's parent-teacher conference." "Then I'll see you at Lily's parent-teacher conference." I laughed. "You're not giving up, are you?" "I gave up once." His voice dropped. "It almost killed me. I'm not making that mistake again."

"I know what happened was unforgivable. But you have to understand, Ethan almost tore his own pack apart trying to find you. He threatened the council, he emptied his own personal fortune to protect you, he ran across the entire city perimeter on foot just following your scent—" "Shut up, Marcus," I cut him off, my glare snapping to him like a whip. "You're his Beta. You're paid to clean up his blood and tell him he's a hero. But your loyalty doesn't buy my forgiveness, and his pathetic regrets don't give him any right to this child." Before Marcus could get another word out, the narrow alleyway exploded with blinding blue and white flashes.