Lucian's Regret Novel Free Novels & Stories

I suddenly opened my eyes and pressed my chest. The sound of my heart pounding exploded in my ears. During my previous life, Until the moment I died, Rick Duncan still had a disgusted look on his face. The memories of my previous life caused my heart to ache. I felt like I was overwhelmed with pain. The laughter of Rick and Jennifer Frost came from downstairs. "Rick, you're so annoying. I can't believe you're not willing to come to the art exhibition with me!"

He'd overheard two older operatives talking in the mess hall, whispering about a mission gone wrong, about a family that had been "erased." He stood before his master's desk, small for his age but with eyes that were already too old. Kairos looked up from a leather-bound book, his face patient, questioning. "What is it, Lucan?" he'd asked, using the name Jason had always known as his own. The question had been stuck in his throat for weeks, sitting there like a stone he couldn't swallow. He finally forced it out. "Did I have a mother?" Kairos's expression didn't change. There was no surprise, no hesitation. He set his book down and leaned forward, his elbows on the polished desk. "Every chil

“He told me from the beginning—he could give me safety, security, everything I needed to survive. But not love. Never love.” A soft shift in the room made me freeze. The curtain behind the altar moved. And Lucian stepped out. His eyes caught mine. No anger. No shock. Just something... tender. Regretful. And then he said the words I didn’t know I needed to hear. “And I’ll regret saying that for the rest of my life.”

They sat across from each other, both holding mugs they hadn’t touched. Silence stretched. Carmen finally spoke. “I didn’t plan for last night.” Lucian nodded. “Neither did I.” She glanced at him. “Do you regret it?” He answered without hesitation. “No. But I regret that you feel like you should.” Her fingers tightened around the mug. “I was in love with someone,” she said suddenly. Lucian stiffened slightly but said nothing.

"Apologize to Zacharias right now, or else I'm not going to marry you. I know your family's stronger than mine, but I still won't marry a snake!" The box had a beautiful cover, but the sharp edges cut my chin open. The people around us gasped, but none came forward. I touched my chin, and a sliver of red stained my palm. This woman was not the one I knew. Now, she looked more like the one I saw in my past life. The one who yelled at me because of Zacharias. My heart was growing colder for her. "I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do." "You're going to regret this." Rachel held Zacharias and left.

“I mean… not in that way. I was never in love with anyone. I waited an entire decade... ten long, lonely years, rejecting the advances and affections of countless suitors, all because I wanted my mate... I wanted you. And then one day, you appeared out of nowhere... like you were back from the dead. I felt your pain; it was like a symphony of shattered glass, each shard piercing my soul with its haunting melody. And I thought, maybe I could be there for you, a comforting shoulder to lean on, and in time, my love could heal your broken heart. But you didn’t want my love; you didn’t want any part of me. You wanted revenge, and you were crueler than I could ever imagine.” Lucian's gaze fell to

that I would remain exposed, unmarked, and unnoticed. She wanted more than just me gone.She wished for me to be forgotten. FINAL SCENE I shut the book and turned to face the others. "We've been waiting for this," I remarked. "It's not a narrative. Not a theory." “Proof," Reyna uttered softly. "Of everything," Rico continued. I no longer felt a sense of dread from the weight in my chest.Gravity was the sensation. heavy. grounding. Actual. My story had been rewritten once by Cerra. I was going to write the truth now.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

The sound of her laugh reached him faintly a sound he hadn't heard in years. For a brief moment, his heart eased. But then he looked back at the folder on his desk, at Mirana's face frozen in a smile too familiar, too deceptive. His expression hardened again. "They took one life from me," Lucian murmured to himself. "This time, I'll make sure they never touches what's mine again." ----- The air smelled faintly of jasmine, and a soft breeze rustled the pages of the book in Caliste's hand.

But then he let out a breath, one that seemed to carry the weight of years. Lucian’s gaze fell back to the pendant. “Sometimes I think that way, that if I had done things differently, she’d still be here,” he said again but this time around, his tone flat, devoid of emotion. But I knew better. This was how Lucian coped—burying his guilt under layers of cold detachment. I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “Regrets won’t bring her back, Lucian.” He let out a hollow chuckle, one that made my skin crawl. “No, they won’t,” he agreed. His fingers closed around the pendant, and for a moment, he looked like he might break it. But then, he set it down on the desk, almost gently.