Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

Only after his first love died did I finally understand that his heart had belonged to someone else all along. My 10 years of love had been his 10 years of torment. In that life, I had tried everything. I gave alms, did good deeds, and burned my own life down in a desperate plea to the universe for one more chance. In the end, I traded what I could to win Caspian the opportunity to be reborn. Before it happened, High Priest Idris Augur had warned me, "Within 12 hours after you return to the past, you must fulfill three of his regrets. When you finish, leave at once.

I look at them with a little inch of a happy smile, “Trayton. He was all weird standing there by himself.” “What did he say?” Kiara asks as she comes to stand next to me. “Some shit about crazy girls in here. Then I kind of ask him if this thing between us is over.” Becca gasp at me, “Are you crazy. What did he say?” “It's complicated. That he has done something, he regrets.” Emma nearly falls off her damn chair, “Damn. He actually regrets something.” But then Kiara has to open that big mouth of hers and spoil my entire evening, “I saw him take a chick into his office earlier on. And we all know what they did. Maybe that is what he regrets.”

after listening my words deeksha went from that place I too want the same then pillow stopped near Roshan he said "my happiest moment is when my angry bird accepted my love my regret is being rude to cutie I hope so cutie will forgive me" she nodded her head then pillow stopped near my cutie she said "my happiest moment is when I got my prince my regret in life is avoiding him" she seen me and said near my ear "sorry prince" I kissed her cheeks and said it's ok

The look of concern remained on his face, yet I felt nothing but a rising sense of annoyance. The eggs and oatmeal held no appeal to me. I forced down a few spoonfuls of oatmeals while Henry remained absorbed in his phone. Soon, the same Rushky-speaking woman's voice from the previous night filled the room again. "Sweetie, I twisted my ankle. Can you come check on me?" she asked. A flicker of worry crossed his face as he quickly replied in Rushky, "Honey, I'll be there soon." Then, turning to me, he softened his voice. "Babe, there's an emergency at work. I—"

SLAP! “Fu***ng bastard! ” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. A red handprint bloomed on his cheek, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stood there, his eyes filled with desperate longing. “Can you come back?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Come back to what?" I shot back, my words like venom. “This is the path you chose, Cole! Don’t tell me you regret it now.” “Yes, I regret it! ” he blurted out, the raw emotion in his voice catching me off guard. “I never thought I’d feel this way, but I do. I regret everything. I regret driving you away.” I froze, momentarily stunned. This was Cole, proud, arrogant Cole.

“You came alive in Paris, didn’t you? Not because of your designs, but because he was there, offering you the warmth and the freedom you craved. You looked at him like he was your salvation, seconds after I had risked my entire company to protect you from the media scandal. And now you return, expecting to walk away clean?” “Walk away clean?” I laughed, a sharp, broken sound. “I wish I could walk away clean! I regret every moment of weakness I ever showed you! I regret the press conference! I regret the dinner! I regret the night I allowed you to touch me! I regret every single second I let myself believe you were capable of feeling something other than contempt!” The explicit regret—especia

The laughter seemed to come from a place of absurdity, while the tears flowed from a depth of sadness. “Sorry, I hit you. I thought it would help. If she's dead, that means she's not the main character of your story, wait for your female lead to appear… that's simply how this world works,” Greg whispered, squeezing my shoulders, “Let's start life again.” I wiped my face and nodded, “Let's start from you being fired!” “Oh, c'mon, I apologised,” he giggled and pouted, “You know you can't do without me… I'm second to your wife in your heart.”

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

“Yes... But you are identical. You think you're right and it doesn't matter who disagrees.” Lara crossed her arms. “Are you very upset about this?” “I didn't say that” I said calmly. We were already at home and Manuela was in the bathroom to take a shower. “And do you regret anything?” “I don't regret it. Do you regret it?” “Maybe...” “What?” “Not riding the Comet and rubbing it in your face back then!” I laughed and she smiled. I pulled her closer and wrapped my arms around her waist. “It was worth every bit of mockery.”

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.