Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

I spent two weeks in the hospital for recovery. Maybe my unborn child was watching over me, but my body healed remarkably well. Even the doctor was surprised by my recovery. Finally, I got clearance to leave the hospital. The first thing I did was take my baby's ashes to the cemetery. "Mom, I've lost another child. Please take care of it for me." Back at home, I destroyed everything that reminded me of my relationship with Marcus. I smashed the clay carousel he had carefully sculpted for me. When he gave it to me back then, he said that it would be a symbol of our eternal love.

He whined. I glanced towards his mum who remained busy in the kitchen refusing any help. I see what Lois is saying too. He had been diagnosed with Lunar pyrexia, a fever-induced illness that can cause shifting disruption, muscle pain, and too many discomforting effects. A healer is the only one who can help him get better. Seems Lois caught the viral infection when he visited Bianca’s home. I am worried too, but knowing the family is already too burdened I didn’t want to add to it. Lois has never fallen sick or appeared weak in front of me. Seeing him in this condition breaks my heart.

Even after losing the baby, he stayed married to her. … Recent heavy rains in Southfield caused a school building to collapse, and I'd been staying there to help. Somehow, Lester managed to track me down. He stood in the doorway for a long time, watching me in my simple tracksuit and quietly focusing on my tasks. Regret flickered in his eyes. How had he ever chosen Mable and missed a kind, wonderful woman like me? When I was finally done with my work and headed toward the office, he stepped forward. He looked noticeably more haggard as he avoided my gaze and could barely meet my eyes.

My answer still remains the same. "Did we date? Or were you my mistress?" He suddenly questioned, his eyes confused as he tried to join the knots, but it seemed he was lost. Still yet, I was packing up to leave. "If you were mine, then I'd never regret it, I'd just chase you back", Dante concluded, and his face looked dead serious. He furrowed his brows at me as I had paused, amused by his statement. It was as he thought, he said his intention with those lines, to have me back.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

"How did he return? Why did he return? What exactly does he hope to achieve by coming back?" His face twisted in deep, troubled thought. "He should have stayed wherever he was. Why is he so determined to ruin my image just like his stupid, dead parents?" He slammed his palm against the table. "Why?!" Everyone in the room flinched at the sudden outburst. "Calm down, Luis," Brenda said. "Losing your temper won’t solve anything. We need to think quickly." David nodded. "I agree with Mum." "I believe that bastard knows exactly what he’s doing by coming back. I’m starting to think the missing organs and the person Rogers sold the recording to are connected to him. Things were already getting bad,

He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes before strolling over and patting Selene's shoulder dramatically. "Alright, alright, you're all gorgeous. Stop teasing the poor, innocent boy. Can't you see he's about to cry? Keep it up and he'll start claiming he's some king here to chop off your heads. Seriously, this is hilarious." More laughter that was sharp and grating broke out again. Only when they finally tired themselves out did Adrian reach into his pocket and pull out a blue-and-white injector. It was my insulin.

He was already fighting brushfires. Anton ended the call, pinching the bridge of his nose. He saw Sabatine and forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “The Rotterdam thing. One of our recent acquisitions. A PR nightmare, but contained.” He sighed. “This is the ‘clean-up operation.’ It’s endless.” “It’s not a clean-up,” Sabatine said, his voice cutting through the spring air. He held up his secured tablet. “It’s a new infection. And the virus is using your bloodstream to spread.”

The world had narrowed to flickering screens, red warning strobes, and the thin, glassy air of helplessness. In the darkened command room, Rhett stood in front of a wall of monitors, pale with horror. His finger traced a glowing schematic: the layout of Echo’s hidden pediatric lab—code-named “Nest.” Savannah stood behind him, arms tightly wrapped around herself as if bracing against a cold that lived in her blood. “They call it Cascade V-2,” Rhett muttered, almost to himself. “It’s not a vaccine. It’s a reprogramming agent.”