If You Dare To Long For Regret Novels & Stories

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

“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!”

“But I don’t think‍ it s‌hould.” ‎ ‎The words settled into the spa⁠ce betwee‍n us, delicate and heavy a⁠ll at on‌ce. ‎ ‎When I turn‍e‍d to leave, she st⁠opped me with a question I didn’t expect. ‎ ‎“Do you ever regret any‌t‌hing⁠, Damon?” ‎ ‎Re‌gret. The word hung there, ta‍s⁠ting forei‍g⁠n.

"However, the man who failed you is still alive at least. Miss Vera, you still have a chance to right this regret." His tone sounded weaker than it had ever been before and his alluring eyes seemed to have lost their light, looking so depressed and lonely. His words had also seemed to reveal what his irreparable regret was. Madeline casually picked up the glass and drank the liquid in it, then chuckled lightly. ‘Jeremy Whitman, I'm afraid your regret is only because you feel ashamed for having done something bad, no? ‘You’ve never cared about me. More misconceptions will only hurt me more and make me regret more.

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

"I wrote those letters when you were seventeen. I’ve liked you since I was thirteen. Do you remember the year we caught the flu and my parents were busy working? They asked your mother for help to take care of me, and we ended up staying in the same suite in the hospital. You got well before me and would bring me medicine and candy every day even though you were afraid of me. You didn't even dare talk to me. When I fell asleep, you didn't dare wake me up and ended up sitting by my bed for an hour. The medicine had gone cold, and you fell asleep. When I woke you up, the first thing you did was take away the bowl of medicine. You told me that cold medicine doesn't taste good, so you ran off to

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

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

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.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.