Lucian’s Regret Novels & Stories

He read about how I researched cooking the best foods to nourish them back to health, only for them to complain about how disgusting it was… Ever since I rescued them, all my grievances had finally come to light. Raffaello dug his nails into his palms as if trying to punish himself. His palms started bleeding, but he insisted on finishing my diary. When he finished the last page, he finally broke down, sobbing, "I was wrong, Grace! Oh so wrong! I… I can't even do anything, it's all too late!" No matter how much he regretted it, I was gone. I could no longer come back. I could no longer pull him into my arms and gently pat his back to console him. There was never going to be another Grace in

“Twenty years ago I told you so.” Selene gave a tired smile. “It was my hope that he would change.” “No,” Lyra said firmly, “he won't.” “Men like Garrick only love power.” Maevyn took hold of our mother's hand and squeezed it lightly. “It’s going to be rebuilt,” she said softly. All that he sought to destroy.” Torin nodded slowly. “As a matter of fact,” he said, calmly, “I've already started to deal with that.” There was silence at the table.

Lucian was indifferent to his words, seated in his usual armchair, facing the window of his room, which opened to the enchanting night view of the rest of the territory, as the words of his complaining soldier went on and on about his rage-driven act of decapitating the spies. He felt a bit bad for letting his rage gain the upper hand in the heat of the moment. But at the same time, he chose to feel no regrets. It felt like he had literally turned his back on the world. "If they're really after us, they'll strike again." He finally spoke after absorbing all Horace said about his wrongdoings. "We'll be better prepared by then." Lucian struggled to make sense of his own words. But he knew they

"Why apologize now, after everything?" Lucian's gaze, still tinged with a shadow of regret, met mine. It was a moment of vulnerability that seemed to defy the constraints of our past interactions. "Because," he began, his voice laced with a mixture of weariness and resignation, "I have come to realize that my anger towards you is misplaced. You are not your father, and it is unfair for me to burden you with the weight of his transgressions."

her light hazel eyes stared at him widely, make him feel guilt, pain and regret at the same. "Khloe," He whispered her name. Lucian started shifting back into his full human formed and he was not only feeling guilty, he was embarrassed to stare at this lady in front of him, "But why?" He had no answer to it. "Are you mad at me?" she asked with a tear filled eyes. How can she think that I am mad at her? Lucian thought cupping her face. He shook his head, "No" Lucia whispered to her. "Why are you upset and why..."

Lucian with a dejected expression spoke as he wavered and placed his hand on his chest, near his heart. “Today I felt the same as I felt years ago when you left me. Fiona, I miss you like crazy that’s why I did sins to go to you but I think those sins aren’t enough to vanish my existence,” Lucian muttered under his breath. Tear were flowing through his eyes, down his cheeks. He fell on the ground and shouted as loud as he could. His sorrowful voice echoed there. ~~~~~~ “Lucian, what did you say?” Alieana asked.

She sighed and shook her head at him and then climbed into bed with her back to him. Lucian sighed and with a gun in his hand, walked to the door and turned off the light then he walked to the window and stared out through it but the street was quiet and so was the vicinity. He pulled the chair in the room closed to the window and sat down, his eyes now on the feminine figure on the bed, without warning, the incident of the night flashed back in his mind and he ended up wondering, if the attacked had not been made, what would have happened? And moreover, why didn’t she push him away, he thought she hates him? And most importantly, what came over him? Why did he do that? And if he should turn

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."

The three thousand dollar charcoal cashmere sweater pulled taut across his broad shoulders as he leveled himself completely to Leo's eye line. "Yes," Lucian said, his gravelly voice incredibly soft, raw, and completely honest. "I am the man who made her cry." Leo tightened his tiny grip on the bat, his dark eyes narrowing. "Why?" "Because I was stupid," Lucian answered, not breaking eye contact with his son. His jaw trembled slightly. "I made a terrible mistake a long time ago. I hurt her very badly, and I have regretted it every single day since. I am here today because I want to try and show her that I can be better."

He said and I veered my gaze to Ralph in my fright. He had tears in his eyes and I had a swollen feeling of grief and fear within me. Both of us were on different levels of pain. While mine was emotional pain, his was more physical but we both shared one emotion, one similar pain. Regret. I was in regret and I could see that Ralph was. We were about to die because we had been stupid. I was about to die because I had been greedy. “Should I kill the King or the Queen first?” The Lycan King asked an open question.