Lucians Regret Novels & Stories

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.”

Not from the demon in a man’s body. Lucian lowered his gaze for the first time, just a fraction. “Okay,” he said, voice low. “He died. And… I’m sorry about that.” I scoffed, the sound bitter and cold. I looked away, blinking hard as rage blurred my vision. “Don’t say sorry now,” I whispered, my jaw clenched tight. “You don’t get to feel sorry.” When I looked back at him, his eyes were steady, but his posture wasn’t so rigid anymore. It almost looked like... regret? No. I couldn’t afford to believe that.

Could it be that, in that momentary lapse, he experienced a pang of regret, even if it was swiftly suppressed by his dominant nature? These questions swirled in my mind, tempting me to search for answers. But I also recognized the dangers of delving too deeply into the enigma that was Lucian. Engaging with his psyche meant risking my own well-being. After a long silence, Lucian spoke, his voice somehow restrained as if hesitant to say the words. “I only wanted you to see that the world is filled with evil, Elisa. A fragile girl like can’t survive such a world if you don’t open your eyes and accept the cruel reality.”

"Why didn't you help them? Why?" Uncle Lucian cried with me as he tried to get up from the ground. "Words can't express how regretful I am Serenity," he cried. "Everyday, I blame myself for looking and doing nothing. I will never forgive myself for what I did" I fell to the ground and cried my eyes out. Uncle Lucian crawled over to me and took me in his arms, crying with me. My heart felt so heavy. I let him hold me as we cried for the loss of our loved ones.

“How do you manage to bring out the childishness in Lucian?” I stopped pacing and sat down opposite her, crossing my arms. “You call it childish, I call it wickedness.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly not agreeing with me. “I don’t see it that way. Lucian punishes people through death, not by abandoning them in a different state just because he’s upset.” I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples as the anger started to ease, only slightly. “I need your help.” Her expression softened, sensing my anger. “With what?”

That was the name of a naive man who blindly loved his family, deliberately ignoring all the signs till they led to his death. For a moment, silence stretched. Harris was pissed. His facade cracked fast. “You think you’re clever, don’t you, Reid? You really don't understand where you are do you? Coming back to LA was a mistake, I hope you realize that before it's too late brother.” Arden tilted his head remaining extremely calm. He had a smile on his face. It was almost mocking. “It’s Arden. And no, Harris. I’m not clever. I’m just moving forward. Something you should try.”

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

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

If this was my last chance to say any last words before my untimely death, I would take full advantage! "I hope you all join me in hell soon." I felt the sting of the slap as it echoed in the room. I clutched my face and fell to the ground, the right cheek where my father slapped me burned. I licked my lips, tasting the tang of iron, blood. I hadn’t even seen him get up from his chair. Just as he was about to continue berating me, someone pushed the door open. "How dare you defile the future Luna candidate offered to the Lycan King!"

she explained, losing herself. "I do know." Lucian mused. It was the exact reason he worked so hard to be a history professor and he was already so close. One more step and he would be. But he wasn't going to tell her that now, was he? "So, Punic wars?" "Oh I have heard of the Punic wars, between the Romans and the Carthaginians right?" "Yeah, according to human history," He corrected, rising from his seat. "Hu-human history?"