Lucians Regret Novels & Stories

Eric did not dare say a word after getting lectured by Stella. Lowry, the driver, laughed happily when he saw Eric being taught a lesson. "Madam Stella, Mr. Chilton's place at home has been taken over since you married him. Who would have known that someone stoic as him would end up becoming a slave to his daughters?" Eric did not retort. All he did was shake his head in exasperation. Stella covered her mouth to sneak a laugh. She was all smiles. "Don't get tricked by his troubled face, Lowry. He's really enjoying it."

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

The pain in my leg throbbed, but the fire in my chest burned hotter. Elena stared at me, wide-eyed. "Sir, the board is getting impatient. What should I tell them?" "Tell them I'm coming in five minutes," I said. I limped over to the window and stared down at the city sprawling below. This was my city, built on my sweat and deals. No one was going to take it from me. But why did the mad suddenly decide to expose me? I'd paid her off, why is she doing all this and Why now? Someone had to be pulling the strings.

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.

There was the anger of being deceived, the regret of being fooled, but most of all the hollowness left when a dream falls apart. For this so-called chosen one, she had gambled her own future and the good name of the entire Order. And in the end she had found it was, from start to finish, one enormous con. She didn't say a single word for Lucian. She didn't even spare him one comforting glance. Lucian sank into utter despair. He knew he was finished. Garrick and the other two elders were quick on their feet. They flew forward at once and bowed to me in apology.

But then, he stubbornly said, "I can live without the company. I just want you back. I'd give up anything to be with you." Sasha's lips curled into a derisive smile. She lifted her cold gaze and said, "I know you, Aidan. Even if I walked away with you today, you'd regret it ten years from now. You'd tell me, 'Sasha, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so broke.'" "You're just a selfish businessman, Aidan. You're always calculating what you can gain and what you might lose. Why bother pretending you're some lovesick fool? I know you better than you think."

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."

“My mate and father were killed before my eyes, I escaped with a few of my pack members, forced to live as a rogue and stay hidden from the world.” The rawness in his tone cut me deeper than I expected. For once, the impenetrable wall that was Lucian had cracked, and the weight of his grief seeped through. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. The words felt pitiful against the enormity of what he’d lost. His gaze snapped back to me, sharp again, though something softer flickered beneath. “Don’t waste pity on me. Learn from it. The King does not forgive rebellion. He will not forgive you.”

His icy composure wavered, his shoulders heavy as though carrying sins he’d ignored for too long. “You’re right,” Lucian admitted, his voice low. “Claire destroyed your family. And I-” he paused, the words tasting foreign on his tongue, “I let myself believe it was just business. That what my mother did had nothing to do with me. But I inherited her sins without ever questioning them. I built walls like hers. I became cold like her. And I let myself lose the only person who ever mattered..” his gaze slid to Isla, reverent, regretful “...because I was too blind to see the truth.”

"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…