Instant Regret Manga Novels & Stories

I had gotten so close to getting killed by this bunch of idiots. A flash of unwilling resentment crossed Neil's eyes before he picked up the blood bag and handed it to Cherry. Her gaze expressed how moved she was by his action. The affectionate way they gazed at each other was sickening. Once that virus-tainted plasma was infused into Cherry's body, she excitedly pulled Neil into her arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead. The classmates around them started cheering and egging them on. "Cherry and Neil are totally made for each other!"

Iori asked referring to her aunt’s husband who wasn’t present at dinner, “He’s dealing with another deadline. The last time I saw him, he was walking like a zombie with ink stained cheeks and smiling like a lunatic because he got over a block or something…” Megumi said with disdain and Iori laughed. “I could relate to that, I was like that a few days ago. Minus the ink stains. Writers deal with different kinds of stains, unlike mangakas. But overall, it comes down to the same state.” “I will never understand you Otakus…” her aunt sighed.

" I looked up and clearly saw the way her eyes shifted away. At that moment, time seemed to rewind to that rainy night ten years ago. Back then, I was just a carefree teenager. My biggest worry was figuring out how to hide my awkward crush on Jasmine. She was the older sister of my best friend, Jayden. On my eighteenth birthday, we skipped school and went to a bar… That day became the nightmare that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Jayden saw a group of thugs trying to assault a girl. Being the righteous person he always was, he stepped in to stop them. I could not remember clearly what happened after that. All I remembered were the girl's screams, the sounds of struggling, and the du

All the pictures and videos were posted by Anna with the caption, “ If he is yours, he will find his way back to you.” Tears feel out of my eyes as I kept scrolling though the pictures. I was focused on Marcus. He had a dazzling smile on his face. He looked genuinely happy. That was a smile that I haven't seen in a very long time. He didn't even smile for our wedding photo yet for Anna, his eyes were sparkling through the shot. My heart couldn't take it anymore. I threw the phone at the wall in a fit of rage.

Now the lucky shit gets to fuck her in the shower while I’m baking cupcakes, and Forrest is working on the next edition of his online manga Chasing Kitsune. “Mmm, that’s an image that would drive any of us to distraction. Can it be tomorrow night?” Forrest sighed. I laughed. “Soon enough, baby bro. Soon enough.” I assured him. “How’s the manga coming? I still can’t believe Yūri is letting you turn her life into a manga.” I asked, shaking my head.

Lucas panicked when I turned him down. Through the receiver, I could hear another woman beside him. Her voice was low, but I recognized it immediately. It was Joyce. They whispered back and forth for a long time, their voices sharpening, on the verge of an argument. Only then did I speak, slow and measured. "Two days. I'll be back in two days." Lucas sounded smug again. "I knew you couldn't leave me. Stop throwing tantrums from now on. If I ever really walk away, you'll regret it when it's already too late."

It was… Chaotic? I flew up to my feet— I staggered to my feet rather. I felt a sting in my neck so it hampered my preplanned speed I drove my eyes around and before I could make meaning of what was happening before me, elder Ruyil slammed into me. Literally. “My Princess.” He was panting heavily. “Elder Ruyil?” Whah- where’s… where are the blue-white clouds?” I quizzed. “What?!” He asked, roving his gaze about in terror.

She hadn't offered any, and didn't intend to; the argument in the corridor had settled what she would do, not what he'd cost them by not waiting for it. Corel, three cots down, had been quiet through all of it, but he lifted his head at the word ‘ceiling’ like it meant something specific to him now. "The lag," he said, slow, each word arriving half a beat behind where he seemed to want it. "You're describing my lag. Not the field. The ‘lag’. Signal shows up, but late, like it took a longer road to get there." He worked his jaw, frustration at the delay visible even as he pushed through it. "If she's got two, maybe one of hers is doing that. Arriving late. Not weak. ‘Late.’ "

I was mesmerized by his hallucinating capabilities that when he got up, I couldn't blink my eyes even after. Wait, he got up because he actually took the glass out of my leg. I didn't even feel it. I dont even know when this happened. He finally looked away and started wrapping up my wound to stop the bleeding. Why isn't he looking in my eyes now. I want him to make me feel that again. However, that magical moment was just for seconds. He doesn't actually care. Now when he was looking down I looked at his naked body. HIs thick shoulders were amazing with various tattoos made. My name was still scribbled on his shoulder. He must be regretting making that permanent. He got up and looked at me