Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

The sudden ache made me instantly regret every word I'd just said. I paused, registering what I'd just thought. Regret? I was regretting it? What was there to regret? What had this man done to me? Now I was thinking stupid things? Why was I thinking I shouldn't have taken back something I'd said to get free of him? What kind of sense did that make? None! Apparently, I was starting to lose my mind, or maybe I had already lost it. “Xlynor?” I called out to him, seeing he hadn't moved. “Are you there?”

Since Kerry has relocated, I will infer that she is in good health, unless Kiran was overcome with fear and hid the body! After I had finished using the restroom, I stripped off my smelly, sweaty clothes and hopped into the steamy shower. When the water splashed across my face, fragments of the previous evening began flooding back to me, much like a slideshow being played in front of my eyes. I should not have purchased those five bottles of Prosecco. The random guys trying to get into Lucy's trousers regret buying the shots, which is referred to as "Regret." My inappropriate behavior with the attractive doorman, which resulted in us being admitted to the VIP lounge because I didn't stop him

Now that I was dead and gone, what was the point of regret? I didn't know who called the police, but it didn't take long for the officers to arrive. They hauled away a completely terrified Owen along with the sobbing getaway driver. Almost at the same time, the system's mechanical voice rang out, "Congratulations, Host. The regret meter has hit 100%." In that instant, I felt a sudden weight lift off me, my spirit growing light and free. Brilliant, warm sunlight streamed through the large windows of the chapel. To me, it looked like the road back home.

“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?”

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.’ "

Frustration. "Tell me, Hailey," he whispered, moving into me. "Do you regret it? Giving up on us?" I held my ground, gazing at him unflinchingly. "No." Something flickered in his eyes—hurt, anger, regret. He concealed it almost immediately, but I saw it. His hands twitched at his sides. "You should." I smiled slowly. "I regret nothing. But you? You should regret coming here." I wasn't fast enough, and he got there first, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You always were impulsive, Hailey."

Clutching the laptop like a lifeline, he shouted, “I was trying to save you! I—I admit, I said some inappropriate things, but it was just a joke! Please, forgive me, I wasn’t thinking straight!” “Go to hell, you disgusting piece of trash! Forgive you? Sure—cut your balls off right now and show me, turn yourself into a eunuch, and maybe then I’ll consider it!” “Candice! Don’t go too far! It’s not like anything actually happened between us! I just happened to be there and said a few off-color things while trying to help—big deal! Since when is joking a crime?” “You call groping my leg a joke?”

working there. I sat down hard on one of my suitcases, right there on the lawn in front of all the neighbors, and laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh. It was the kind of laugh that came when you’d lost so much that losing more became funny. Absurd. Like the universe was playing some cosmic joke and I was the punchline. Husband gone. Home gone. Family gone. Friends gone. Job gone. Everything I’d built over thirty years, wiped out in less than twenty-four hours.

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

Regret A new friend of mine that occupied my chest as I buttoned up my shirt, facing away from Gary. It is my first time feeling regret in a case where I was not let down after a quickie. It feels as though my stomach is turning itself inside-out and I am about to throw up. "Hey," Gary said, his hand reaching to touch my shoulder but I quickly stood from his table avoiding it, "did I do something wrong?" Without looking at him, I answered, "no. I... We should not have done that." I put my heels on, then let my hair down to hide the hickeys on my neck.