Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

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.”

A man this drunk shouldn't be holding the future of his company. "It’s a neural regenerator," he continued, his eyes glazed with a mix of lust and self-importance. "My competitors are still trying to figure out how to stop the degeneration. We’re not stopping it. We’re reversing it. Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, spinal trauma... this stuff fixes the wiring. It rebuilds the brain from the inside out." "Sounds dangerous," I said, feigning a shiver. I moved closer, letting my perfume distract him from the way my eyes tracked the canister. "If it's that powerful, shouldn't it be in a safe?"

Eric froze, then just sagged, letting them drag him off like he had nothing left. Shelby and I didn't wait—we made our move. *** "You sure about this?" He handed me a thick file, eyes dark with worry. "No better time." I flipped through the pages, a smirk tugging at my lips. "They think the pregnancy's got me distracted. They won't see the stock shift coming." Inside: breakdowns of Leone Group's shares, debt trails, and deep dives on minor shareholders. In my last life, I was clueless—let the old guard pull my strings.

Ethan, his voice almost emitting smoke in its fury. "Please calm down," Mr. Ethan attempted to pacify him, turning to Trevor and ordering, "turn it off!" Trevor shook his head, unable to find the words to explain that his laptop had suddenly been infected with a virus, rendering it unresponsive. Another board member rose to speak, but before he could, Trevor's voice blasted through the room.

It had once turned into a nightmare, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams in its wake. Adrian starts crying and regrets what a big mistake he has made. He realizes that with his own hands, he killed the girl who truly loved him and killed his own baby, who was not even born yet. The pain of killing his own baby makes him look at Bella, and Bella’s words echo in his ears: "You will regret it."