Lucian’s Regret Novels & Stories

No amount of punishment on Janice could ever undo the pain she had caused me. Even if I were reborn, I would never accept their repentance. In less than a week, Janice completely broke down. Disheveled and filthy, she hid in a corner and suddenly realized something. I was dead. As long as she lowered her head and admitted to her faults, as long as she could earn Jasper and Casey's forgiveness, she still had a chance. If she survived long enough, some power and resources would still be hers. So, she knelt before Casey and Jasper. "Jasper, Casey, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt Lisa. I didn't mean to, I just felt so insecure. I grew up without parents and cared about you two so much.

“If Nathan had brought anyone else—slave, pauper, noble—I think you would have supported them wholeheartedly. I am so disappointed in you.” He whispered those last words, then left. Sarang’s last words struck Lucian like a blade. The alpha sank into his chair in silence, eyes laden with fear and a silver of regret in his chest. He clenched a nearby cup in his hand and shattered it. The sting of the glass cutting into his skin gave him some relief, sharp enough to stop the heartwrenching pain in his chest from swallowing him whole. Blood dripped down his knuckles. He clenched his fist tighter.

“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

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.

"You can’t be serious." I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "You really think Lucian would feel guilty? That he’d suddenly see the error of his ways and beg you for forgiveness?" Justin’s voice turned cold. "Lyla, let me remind you why Lucian married you in the first place." I stiffened.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

She even threatened suicide multiple times, demanding that he marry her. Over time, Marcus not only made major mistakes at work but also failed to resolve basic flaws in his research results. Just like that, he got fired from the hospital. I looked at the countless messages Marcus had sent me, all filled with regret. [Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made decisions on my own just because I felt sorry for Hannah's poor health.] [Honey, please respond to me. I'm begging you.] [The hospital's going to fire me. Honey, can you help me contact your professor?]

XENIA’S POV Lio turned slowly, his face pale but his voice steady. “The Luna does not sit with you,” he said, his words falling like stones into still water. “That is your mistake, not hers.” The silence that followed was heavy, as though the room itself had stopped breathing. Every pair of eyes turned to him, and then to me. I felt my chest tighten. Not with fear. With something I could not name — a strange mix of pride and sorrow. CATTY’S POV Cerra’s expression hardened. “What did you say?” she demanded.

It was etched in his bones, and it had been his ruin. Fortunately, really, Fortunately, that face had appeared before him again. Like a drowning rat with no savior in sight, Finn desperately clung to his rare light, hoping to return to safe ground. Even though he knew he wasn't worth it. But then again, he had always been known to be a greedy person. Why else would he hurt so many people? "Lucian..." He called. "I regret it. I regretted it so much. And... I keep regretting it every day." From the moment he received that call, what he felt was a deep regret.

She met his eyes. “I know that tone. Don’t do it.” “Do what?” “Attempt emotional diplomacy before breakfast.” He almost smiled. “I was only going to say that regret, when genuine, is an unpleasant thing to watch.” She looked away first. That was unfair. Because she knew Lucian’s regret was real. She simply did not know what to do with that. “He had years,” she said quietly. “Years to ask the right questions. Years to trust me. He does not get extra credit because he finally arrived at the truth after I had to survive it alone.”