It Is With Deep Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

The words in the letter seemed to transform into invisible blades that pierced directly into his heart, shattering every trace of the pride and arrogance he had worshipped for so long. Crumple! Without realizing it, Mike's fist tightened around the letter, crushing the paper until it became hopelessly wrinkled. His breathing turned ragged and uneven as an unbearable pain suddenly spread through every vein in his body. An overwhelming wave of regret crashed into his soul like a tsunami, destroying his sanity in an instant. "Why... why did you leave, Elara?!" Mike shouted in frustration, his voice echoing sorrowfully throughout the silent room. He dropped to his knees beside the bed on the mar

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

I said sternly. Ethan stretched his left hand for me to hold while he continued driving with his right hand. “We all make mistakes, and your parents are not above mistakes too. I know they regret their actions towards you, and I believe they didn’t have a choice then. That was why they behaved that way. And also, we need their blessings for our marriage. But I will let you make your own decisions, and whatever you decide is okay with me,” Ethan said in a soft voice.

Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly. "It's all over for now. It's time for you to chat with my parents." "You're right. They must be tired of waiting." The spark in Noel's eyes gradually dimmed as he watched them walk away while leaning against each other. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. It hurt so much that tears welled in his eyes. Noel felt something leaving his body and floating away. He knew he could no longer get it back.

“Lauren,” Edith called from beside her husband, her voice low but carrying a weight that made it impossible to ignore. She was still holding Joseph upright, one arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders as though afraid he might collapse again at any moment. Her face was pale, drained of its usual warmth, and her eyes were swollen from crying for too long without rest. But what burned inside them now had changed completely. It was no longer fear. It was regret. Her gaze locked onto her daughter with a bitterness so deep it felt like it could cut through flesh.

A heavy feeling filled my heart and I quickly realized that it was something very similar to regret. “I understand. I am very sorry for all the trouble and all the rumors that have circulated because I wasn’t careful and thoughtful about my actions,” I apologized solemnly. “Well, if you’re regretful of your actions then I think we can end the session here with just an official warning,” the same man from the committee said and I didn’t miss the way that he stressed the word ‘official warning’.

“It’s too late to regret that now.” “I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it one bit!”

Not yet And if someone had? They’d regret it.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m some mistake you regret.” He stops pacing and looks at me , really looks. His face is hard, but his eyes flicker with something softer, buried deep ,regret maybe, or pain. “You think I don’t regret things?” he says quietly. “Because I do, Emma. I regret that we’ve become this.” He turns away, walking toward the stairs.

“Let me help you sit down…” He stepped back from my hands again, harder this time, and his voice came up and the words came out the way words came out when they had been sitting in someone for a long time and had found an opening. “I regret being with you, all messed up!“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​