Ignore Hubby And Son's Regret, Shining Now Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and felt a deep sense of regret wash over her. If only she hadn’t been so foolish as to trust Hubert. If only she had been more cautious. Perhaps she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. Regret gnawed at her, but she knew—it was already too late. Hubert, oblivious to the storm raging inside her, merely relished the fear on her face. He chuckled, the sound carrying the arrogance of a victor. "Come now, sweetie. It’s time for us to get a little... closer."

I once ruled these halls and did all I could to improve this pack—and now, it seemed everything good I did had been swept away, and things were back to how they used to be, before I led. Inside, the air was foul, filled with the stench of unwashed bodies and stale blood. Ten figures huddled in the darkness, skeletal and trembling. Their eyes were hollow as they turned toward the slightest light. "I wonder how Caleb is doing?" I heard a woman mutter as she leaned against a man. "He's doing well for sure. Our son is smart. He'll survive," the man assured her. "This is our last day. I hope to see the Luna one more time, to beg for her forgiveness and hope she doesn't hate us for turning our bac

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

The pain of losing her beloved son intensified as she pondered her own complicity, her trust misplaced in someone she had believed to be a kindred spirit. Regret washed over Susan, each wave crashing against her shattered soul. The enormity of her loss consumed her, leaving her questioning her own judgment and the choices she had made. How could she have been so blind? How could she have placed her trust in someone who turned out to be a harbinger of pain and destruction?

Both fear and regret enveloped his eyes. The most glorious man in Wysteria is now kneeling before me, begging for a chance. I did not feel joy in what he was doing, nor could I feel pity. There was nothing. But I still believe that he should not be kneeling but I will not stop him since it's his choice. "You had that chance when I was reborn but you wasted it. I cannot—" "We have our son!" He blurted out. I felt like cold water was poured over my entire being because of what he mentioned.

Ruby had always been a figure of authority, but in that moment, she seemed human, just like everyone else, and Isla could see her desire for reconciliation. Ruby paused for a moment to compose herself before speaking again. “But now, I want you to know that I deeply regret what I did,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. The sincerity in her words settled in the space between them, and Isla could sense how much Ruby’s regret weighed on her. “Even though Vincent became famous as a chef in America, believe me when I say that after you, he never seriously dated anyone,” Ruby continued, a slight smile touching her lips. “I should know, he’s my son, and I know him well,” she added with a fondness

Adrian exhaled, eyes still on the sunlight spilling across the sheets. “Gabriel?” he murmured. “Mmm?” “Let’s never let the world take this from us again.” Gabriel smiled without opening his eyes. “We won’t,” he said softly. “Not this time.” And somewhere outside, the wind carried the laughter of their son, echoing faintly through the garden the sound of a future finally free of war.

At first, it was, and I even planted another device, which I am sure you two found already. Yes, we found that the device was smashed into tiny pieces. Look, Maddison, if you would please forgive me, I will not bother you anymore. I am sure you do not want your unborn daughters to feel your hatred towards me. He is right, babe, Shane says to me. We do not want our daughters to feel any hatred towards this man in our hearts. Gabriel, I do not hate you. I was disappointed in you for doing what you did. My husband Shane is right, too. I have kept this in my heart for too long, and we are about to become parents. I certainly do not want my girls to feel any unwelcome emotions from me. All I want

The truth he'd refused to see was now impossible to deny. His wife had been telling the truth. His child had been real. And now we were both gone. Watching him from beyond, I wanted to scream, to make him understand that his blindness, his devotion to Emma, had cost not just my life, but our baby's too. But I was just a corpse now. A body on a cold metal table. Proof of all the truths he'd refused to believe until it was too late.