Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

Regret hung over his mind, and he knew that for now, all he could do was reflect on his mistakes and hope that he could fix them later. Zack sat down in utter resignation, his head hanging low and his hands cradling his face. The heaviness in his chest grew stronger, and he felt trapped in regret. In that emotional exhaustion, he finally let go of his grip on his head, releasing everything that was pent up. With an emotional scream, Zack released all the frustration and guilt that had been eating away at him. The sound of the scream echoed around him, creating a moment of silence in the area. He felt as if all the burdens on his shoulders were lifted for a moment, although regret still haunt

He began slowly, then in no time, his savage laughter intensified, his body vibrating intensely. As he collapsed in his chair, chuckling despicably, he unconsciously dropped the photo of Noah in his hands, the photo fluttering in the air like confused wings.

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

Umma spat "Woman know how to talk to me before I do something we both will regret" "What is left to regret about. I don't think I have anything to regret in my life now, because Allah have given me anything I will ever need in this life. And let me tell you something you don't know. You see all this you're fighting for I promise you one day you will regret it. I don't even know the kind of human being you are, so selfish and self centered" "You're wasting my time, you know you have option, but if you think you leaving is the best then leave and don't turn back because if you do"

" Grandpa's eyes glistened with unshed tears. His back was slightly hunched as if the weight of his sorrow was pressing down on him. … And so, time passed. The storm faded, and life moved on like a butterfly. Five years later, Margaret turned 70 years old. After years of treatment, she could finally speak again—though her voice was still a little unclear as her tongue was slightly damaged. The day she regained her ability to speak, Grandpa brought her home. She knelt in front of my grave and wept. "Jess… I miss you so much. "Jess, I can talk and see again. You don't have to worry about me anymore. Jess… I miss you so much these days…" A few days later, Margaret tracked down Henry. He was not

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.

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

As the rollercoaster went down and everyone screamed, she glanced at the man’s pale face. She was unsure if he took this ride because he recalled her request or wanted to compensate her for their regrets. At this thought, she chuckled, opened her mouth, and shouted. There was no going back in this world, and there were no regret pills. Whatever ever done wrong was done, and what was in the past was in the past.

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