Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

"Gross!" "Go unpack your toys," I said. "I already did." "Then unpack them again." She huffed and ran off. We could hear her stomping up the stairs. That night, we built a fire in the fireplace. The five of us — Julian, me, Lily, Damian, and Chloe — sat on the floor in a circle on blankets and pillows, eating popcorn and telling stories. Damian told a story about a business deal gone wrong in Tokyo. A sumo wrestler. A lost briefcase. A helicopter chase through the city.

"You know how important Jules' project was, right? Maddie stormed into the meeting room, pointed at the female partner, and yelled, 'Stay away from my man!' The partner was one of the top M&A lawyers on Wall Street, and she immediately had her legal team send a legal letter." "And then?" I asked casually, leaning against the window of my hotel in Iceland. "And then? Then Maddie pushed her in the hallway, lost her footing, and fell on the marble steps. Blood was everywhere, and the baby died instantly." Lauren paused, lowering her voice. "You know, when Jules heard the news of the baby's death, his reaction wasn't sadness; he was relieved. The next day, he had someone draft a severance packag

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

"I thought I was paying him back for being a total ass. Turned out it was only a misunderstanding and right now, he doesn't even want to talk to me anymore." "Oh." "Yes." "Do you regret kissing me then instead of kissing someone else that night?" I hold my breathe for a few seconds at his question and I watch his expressionless face. I wish it isn't as protected so that I can read into his expression and know what kind of answer he wants from me. "Uh..." I scan my head for a suitable answer and gulp. "I guess I do regret it." "Why?" "Because..." my eyes scan my environment again, mindlessly taking in the sight of the ever busy marketplace; sellers and buyers bargaining and a little boy steal

Dad is even starting to get superstitious, suggesting that we've been cursed. But we are not cursed. This is happening because of one old fuckity sadistic bastard who has nothing better to do with his money and time than mess with someone's life. I feel incredibly pathetic, helpless and weak. Even as I lie here in this dim dorm room, regret is mercilessly biting away at me. I do not regret insulting and yelling at the old fuck back at the restaurant. He spilled his drink on my expensive shirt, and he deserved it. I do not regret storming into his office and warning him to stay away from my family and me.

My tongue tasted like metal and something bitter, and I was 100% sure that I had just given myself a damn concussion. This was such a stupid, crazy, insane move. I knew it. I could feel the regret slowly trying to creep into my head, but I shook my head again, forcing the regret away. It didn’t matter anymore. If regret helped me leave this place, I would regret everything every day, but it wouldn’t. Nothing else had worked, so I needed to do something extreme.

Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately. I should have taken a different approach. Who knows what she might do now? I took a deep breath. Everything in my life was falling apart. If only I didn’t go on that business trip. At least things would have been a little bit better. I went to the bed and plopped myself on it. I took my phone and checked my personal emails, messages, and anything that would keep me distracted from the mess going on. After laying in bed for a while, I called my assistant.

When I grabbed the diaper bag and picked up the tin of baby formula, I realized it felt unusually light. My heart sank. A wave of unease washed over me. I had bought this formula from abroad as Andy wouldn't drink anything else. I opened every tin of formula, only to find them all empty. Just as I was wondering where the formula had gone, Tara, who had woken up at some point, explained, "Noelle, I'm so sorry. It's my grandma's death anniversary. The sight of the baby formula reminded me of her ashes, so I poured them all out. Don't worry, though. I'll pay you back."

He didn't answer right away I walked past him and poured myself water, unsure of my next word to silence was awkward “Are you wondering if you picked the wrong card?" he asked with his usual smirk now visible “Do you think I did?” I asked quietly His reply was short, taking a sip from his drink, "Maybe.” I took in a deep breath, taking the courage, I asked, “Did you ever regret this version of yourself?” I stared at him, my eyes held anticipation He gave me a blank expression and quickly regretted my actions, cursing myself under my breath “It's fine if you aren't comfortable with my question,” I said hurriedly, my words clashing against each other