If You Dare To Long For Regret Novels & Stories

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

They stop near the water’s edge, waves rolling in slow, patient rhythms. --- The Last Honesty “I don’t regret loving you,” Darius says suddenly. She turns to him. “I regret the pain it caused,” he adds. “But not the feeling itself.” She studies his face—older now, harder, but still unbearably familiar. “I don’t regret it either,” she admits. “I just regret when it came.” He exhales a laugh that holds no humor. “Timing has always been our enemy.” “No,” she says softly. “Fear was.”

The words in the letter seemed to transform into invisible blades that pierced directly into his heart, shattering every trace of the pride and arrogance he had worshipped for so long. Crumple! Without realizing it, Mike's fist tightened around the letter, crushing the paper until it became hopelessly wrinkled. His breathing turned ragged and uneven as an unbearable pain suddenly spread through every vein in his body. An overwhelming wave of regret crashed into his soul like a tsunami, destroying his sanity in an instant. "Why... why did you leave, Elara?!" Mike shouted in frustration, his voice echoing sorrowfully throughout the silent room. He dropped to his knees beside the bed on the mar

“I regret holding back on everything I wanted to say and do with you, Daniel. I regret letting all those years pass us without enjoying your love or experiencing all the things you promised to give me and do for me. Yes, I regret not cuddling you at night and all those moments when I pushed you away even though I wanted you to be beside me. I regret that I rejected the flowers you sent me and the teddy bears and I feel like having you back right now so you could do them for them for me again. “I missed your warm touch and how you make me feel, and I feel like removing your trouser and having you fuck me here and now. I regret not sharing my sex fantasies with you or trying them with you. I f

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

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 can't lose you! "I know you're still mad at me, Benjamin. Would you please forgive me?" she cried. I pursed my lips and replied, "It's too late now, Willow. I have a good life. I don't want to see you anymore. Just forget about me and move on." After that night, I didn't see Willow for a week. I assumed she'd left the country. She was a proud woman. There was no way she'd repeatedly lower herself in order to win me back.

"I have already given you a lifetime of glory and wealth. In this life, I don't want to live with regrets." It turned out that the deep affection and happiness I believed in were all an illusion. The regret Brad had hidden for a lifetime was not being with Ellie. So, now given a second chance at life, he abandoned me without hesitation and chose my younger sister.