Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

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.

After releasing it, Cheryl patted her head and smoothed her hair again. You should be fucking sorry! Cheryl only took the crumpled paper that Rose had sent her. The girl formed a round of paper and threw it away. To our field! One by one. I'm severe Cher, again furious about eating people. Cheryl threw again even though the lecturer has entered Mr Kusuma. Lecturers who don't want to lose time always come in on time and get out of time corruption, and like to joke, even though the jokes are so crisp, even crunchy, just inappropriate.

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

Chris asked and I shrugged "Hey Ethan" Taylor greeted me "Hey Tay" "So what happened with you and Kim? Is everything okay?" Matt suddenly walked to me and asked "Not really , things never work between us" I said truthfully as I took a glass of cold water "You need to fix it before you regret it" He said seriously "Not interested" "You should because if you don't , you'll end up like me" I turned to him completely not understand "Before I met Scarlette , I might like someone. But I didn't want a relationship at that time and thought that she wouldn't go anywhere but she ended up with someone else. I regretted for not claiming her sooner so it ruined me"

I mutter under my breath. For a second, I consider not reading it at all. I mean what could he possibly say that I haven’t already heard before? Sorry? Regret? It didn’t mean anything? I was confused? You deserve better? Please. Men like Lucien will always think rearranging the same tired words will suddenly make them sound new. What does he have to say other than sorry. Curiosity is a dangerous thing. And I’ve never been the type to walk away from something unfinished. I exhale slowly, my fingers tightening slightly around the paper.

"Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I regret so much. "But what I don't regret is every instant I spent with you. I don't regret a single moment of your sardonic wit, even when it was at my expense. You made me laugh so much and be so happy with our life together, even when we argued. I don't even regret a single tear I shed with you before today.

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

“Wendy, I know this is my fault. The child is mine, and I can’t just walk away. You’re also aware that even after all these years, you still haven’t gotten pregnant. I was wrong, but you should bear some responsibility too. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” Inside, I sneered. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that? If you truly want to make it up to me, bring me the pill.” Clayton clenched his jaw and swore with all his heart. “Wendy, I swear this is the last time. If it ever happens again, may I be left penniless and reduced to nothing.” He had no idea that he was out of chances. I held the last regret pill in my hand, though I did not take it in front of him.

A groan cut through her thoughts. Thomas. He was still on his knees, still clutching himself, his face pale and twisted with pain as he forced the words out through gritted teeth. “…You’re going to regret this…” Clara looked at him and for a moment, she actually seemed surprised. Then she laughed in disbelief. As though she had just heard something utterly ridiculous. “If there’s one thing I regret the most in my life,” she said slowly, her voice cooling with every word until it was nothing but ice, “it’s ever having and taking back trash like you.”