It Is With Deep Regret Novels & Stories

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 legs halted on their own accord. "Clara, I don't think I can stay in the shadows anymore. I hurt you, I know. And the heavens know that I regret it to this day, but I'm trying to make it right. It's harder with you being this way. I'm wary! I'm exhausted, too, Clara. I want to do this the right way if you'll help me. If you don't, I can't fight this fight too. I want to be a part of my daughter's life. One way, or the other. Being the background picture...just isn't enough for me."

“It doesn’t go away.” I swallow hard, the room spinning as I try to process what he’s saying. “Do you regret it?” His eyes snap to mine. “Every day,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I regret every single one of them.” I nod slowly, my hands trembling as they rest on his chest. “Then I can live with it.” He flinches, his eyes searching mine. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he says, his tone sharp, almost angry.

“We'll get through this. We won't give up.” Diego's gaze flickered towards hers, his eyes clouded with despair. With a weak attempt at a smile, and a deep sigh, he spoke, “I don't know what to feel Freya. I really don't know how I feel. I just feel like I've already lost the case, Freya."

Don't worry; we will see to it, and you will definitely regret this act of yours, but then it might be too late. Before I could drop the last word, he had already zoomed off and was out of sight.

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

"It's important to know if our future family member comes with… debts." I set down my fork. Slowly. Deliberately. "Mrs. Kael," I said, "I understand your concern. You've spent forty years building this family's reputation. The last thing you want is some gold-digging nobody tarnishing it." Victoria tilted her head. "Go on."

"I'm busy. Get some rest. I'll come see you after work." Lea didn't respond. I figured she was deeply disappointed with my decision. I let out a rough sigh. Even so, I wanted to disappoint Anna even less. My phone vibrated again. A message from Lea. "You're a bastard, Dylan. Two months from now, if you're still dragging this out, you'll regret it." Regret what? Not marrying her? I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back, then leaned against the window behind me. Wasn't that all I'd wanted all this time?

“You’re right, Thiago has no right to regret how he treated you.” Ethan held his sister’s cold hand tightly, sighing sadly, “He’s not good enough for you. If he regrets, he should regret it for a lifetime.”