Komik Instant Regret Novels & Stories

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.

"Hello?" The person on the other end of the line was sobbing. "I'm sorry... Mindy. I... regret my decision."

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

“They’re still inside. Still pulling strings. But they’re careful. You won’t find a face. Only clues.” He reached into his cloak and pulled out something small. A sigil. Black metal. Sharp edges. A circle inside a triangle. “This is all I have. It’s their mark. Their network uses it to pass orders.” I took it. Held it in my palm. Cold as the roots beneath us. ENDING SCENE Jarin didn’t ask for forgiveness. He didn’t expect it. He just said, “Be careful, Luna. You’re not done yet.” And then he turned, melted back into the trees, and disappeared into the dark.

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.

“All I'm trying to say is that if we lose this deal, there won't be another chance.” I exhaled heavily. “I know. I... I'm sorry for this.” The apology felt foreign on my tongue. I rarely apologized. In my world, every decision I made was calculated and justified. Regret wasn't something I entertained on a daily basis. Ever since what happened five years ago, regret has become a part of me. “It's fine, Carlino. Should we go?” he asked while straightening his collar, bending down to gather the files scattered across the pavement.

Still, my expression remained tight. Owen tilted his chin up and said smugly, "So… What do you think? Did I hit three of a kind?" In three-card brag, deliberately showing part of a hand like that was common. It was meant to rattle the other player and read their reaction. But Owen couldn't scare me. Even if he really had three of a kind, it still wouldn't beat mine. I had been worried that he might be holding three aces. Now, it was clear that fear had been pointless. That cocky stunt of his had only driven him into a dead end.

The words in the letter seemed to transform into invisible blades that pierced directly into his heart, shattering every trace of the pride and arrogance he had worshipped for so long. Crumple! Without realizing it, Mike's fist tightened around the letter, crushing the paper until it became hopelessly wrinkled. His breathing turned ragged and uneven as an unbearable pain suddenly spread through every vein in his body. An overwhelming wave of regret crashed into his soul like a tsunami, destroying his sanity in an instant. "Why... why did you leave, Elara?!" Mike shouted in frustration, his voice echoing sorrowfully throughout the silent room. He dropped to his knees beside the bed on the mar

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

"Stop calling me thatnow tell me what are you also a jerk like Mr Gerand Yosefa? Because yes, if your face and expression are the same. Just want to play and oppress. Do not believe in love, then live with a sense of meaningless flight. Believe in yourself and don't be a pain to others." "Can you stop thinking negatively Regi. Who are you, a fortune teller who can read someone's future. Or a psychic who can read minds? Come on, you're only human. So please don't over do it." "I'm talking facts, Sir. Should I mention what you did to me as this new secretary? It's so disgusting I feel like throwing up," said Regi in one breath. What Regi said suddenly made Deny laugh spontaneously. Everything