Lucian's Regret Novel Free Novels & Stories

“Welcome to hell, Rowena.” “Wasn’t expecting heaven,” she replied dryly. Lucian looked back at me. “You’re here. That’s enough to start again.” I shook my head slowly. “No. Starting again is too gentle. We’re here to end this, Lucian. No more running. No more hiding. You said you wanted revenge? Then let’s start sharpening the knives.” He reached out, hand brushing mine for a second before pulling away, something unreadable in his eyes.

Eleanor sounded sincere, her smile especially bright as she looked at Maria. Maria felt only more disgusted, her own smile turning even icier. She raised her eyebrow. "Why would you feel bad? If you really felt that regretful, you should have stayed where you were and spent your life repenting for what you did back in Sidonia. If I hadn't been lucky, I would already be dead because of you. You're a murderer. No matter how polished and glamorous you seem now, that's a fact you can't run from." Eleanor's expression shifted, her smile faltering.

"One for all, and all for one." — Alexandre Dumas. LUCIEN I felt two things when death started creeping in after I drank the poison, pain and regret. The pain came first. Sharp. Tearing. Burning. Like someone had set my blood on fire and sealed my lungs from the inside. The regret followed just as violently. Not for dying. But for leaving Camellia and our babies in a world where Leonardo still breathed. But now, thanks to Nyla…

Then, after a tense silence, he spoke. "What… did you just say?" His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant, as if he was hoping he had misheard me. But I wasn’t going to take it back. I had already said it. There was no point in pretending I hadn’t. So I lifted my gaze, looked him directly in the eyes, and repeated myself. "I said I’m tired of all this, Lucian. I regret everything. I regret ever signing that damn contract. I regret walking into this mess. And I…" My voice wavered slightly, but I forced the words out. "I just want it to end."

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

Lucian gestured to her. "What are you reading?" Clarissa manages to ask. "It's a fantasy novel, werewolf bond, I never knew this world had a little knowledge about us, " Lucian said with a frown. "Humans like to romanticize everything," Clarissa said. "I can see that" Lucian pointed to the book in his hand. The two had a little awkward laughter. "I'm sorry about earlier, " she said. Lucian knitted his brow at her, " Earlier?" he asked confused.

Sometimes he dreamed of Elara, laughing in fields of wild grass, barefoot and free, before any of them had learned what it meant to bear the weight of crowns. He woke one morning and whispered to the sky, “I want to return to that. To her.” He began to write letters that he never sent. In the evenings, by firelight, he would scrawl them onto scrap parchment and fold them into the pages of a journal bound in silver bark. I still hear Lucien in my dreams. He forgave me, you know. Before the end. Did you ever regret choosing mercy? I miss the sound of your voice before you learned to lead.

Vera instantly regretted her questions because they sounded very stupid. Luna Berta's answer made her feel even stupid, "I don't want to live with those memories, Vera. I... I don't want to wake up screaming with nightmares where I am... I am being..." She couldn't complete it. Vera sighed and quickly apologized, "I am sorry. I just... It's really saddening to see an athlete like you wanting to kill herself. You're an inspiration for so many. I just thought that if... Erm, if something happens to you then your admirers will be traumatized."

I nodded slowly, feeling the words nestle into my spine. “Keep your chin up,” he whispered, his storm-gray eyes flickering. “Let him wonder. Let him regret looking while you ignore him. Revenge starts with mystery, not attention.” And so, I held my chin higher, refusing to look back. “Revenge starts with mystery, not attention.” Lucian’s words echoed in my chest, drawing a small breath from my lips. It struck me, not just for its cold brilliance, but because it sounded like something carved straight from the heart of someone who had lost too much to ever play fair again.