Lucian’s Regret Novels & Stories

Nadia stood a short distance away, her lips curved in a smug little smile as she watched the exchange. Silas’s face twisted with regret and frustration. He stepped closer anyway, lowering his voice. “The rut hit hard. I was burning. I thought of you the entire time. It meant nothing. She means nothing.” I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp enough to make a few heads turn. “Of course it meant nothing. That’s why her scent is all over your cock. You couldn’t even wait one night before crawling back to your favorite whore while preaching about protecting me and the pup.”

I begged, tears slipping down my cheek. Lucian remained motionless, he blinked his eyes repeatedly as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His eyes flickered with conflict. “I lost my father today. I lost my child today. And Cassandra... she might never wake up," the words tasted like poison on my tongue. "I already hate myself for what happened to our baby. Please, Lucian... don't make me stand outside this room while I lose Vivienne too." For a moment, Lucian looked away. His fists tightened, then loosened, and then tightened again. I could see the battle happening inside him.

Always Lucien. My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, nails digging into my palms. "We have no choice. They are both hurting my father. The more time passes, the weaker he gets. They need to make sacrifices, just as he has. If we don’t act now, it will be too late, and I—" My voice faltered, just for a moment. "I can’t lose him too." Calum nodded. Marty as well. But Azriel? He merely studied me, his gaze sharp, unreadable. Like he was dissecting my words, searching for something beneath them.

He was determined to make Natalie suffer every bit of what Sasha had endured. He could only seek redemption in this despicable way. With a heart full of guilt, he begged for a lifetime of regret as his sentence. He prayed that he could be her heart in his next life, only to shatter and die the moment she felt the stir of love once more.

Maybe it wasn’t that bad to be whatever he was after all. On his way back to the room that was arranged for him Lucian came across Levi. He was playing with other kids and they were chasing each other through the halls. Lucian felt a stain of guilt watching him, knowing that his happiness would soon come to an end and that he would be the reason. These were the times he didn’t feel too excited about his revenge. Lucian took one last look at Levis smiling face and imprinted it on his mind, then he continued further and buried his guilt deep inside his heart.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

Some time ago, all I wanted to do was hurt the girl because I thought she had hurt me. I turned to Lucian, who hadn't moved from where he was. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the guilt eating him alive. "Same thing from me, Lucian," I said. "No harm should come to the girl because of this deal you made." He met my eyes. For a moment, something raw flickered across his face, almost like regret. Then it was gone, replaced by that cold mask he wore so well. "I know." Was his only response.

He quickly cleared away loose stones while I spread my cloak across the driest patch of ground. Lucian lowered himself carefully, every movement stiff with pain. He leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes for a moment. His breathing sounded uneven. When he opened them again, they found mine. There were so many things inside that single look. Regret. Relief. Love. And another apology he couldn’t seem to stop giving me. I sat beside him without speaking. He didn’t ask me to leave. He simply looked away. The silence between us felt heavier than the mountain above our heads.

“When you collapsed in my arms… I thought that was it. That I’d never hear you call me princess again. Never feel you inside me. Never watch you teach Alexander how to be strong or spin Sophia around until she giggles.” His jaw tightened. Those powerful hands—hands that had ruined me so many times—trembled slightly as they cupped my face. “I’m sorry, Lila. I was arrogant. I thought I could end it alone and come back to you clean. I was wrong.” The apology hit me harder than I expected. Lucian didn’t apologize easily. He commanded. He conquered. Hearing genuine regret in his voice cracked something open inside me. “I know why you did it,” I said, leaning into his touch. “You’re terrified of l

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.