Lucians Regret Novels & Stories

The vulnerability that had cracked open just minutes ago was slipping behind that familiar wall of steel and arrogance. “What happened, professor? Don't tell me you're questioning your sexuality already,” Artemis smirked. “This is not a joke, Artemis,” Lucian's serious tone caught Artemis off guard. It usually took more to get Lucian pissed. Was it really that bad? The thought made his stomach churn. “I get it,” Artemis said, voice tight, barely concealing his hurt. “You regret it already.” “No,” Lucian replied instantly, almost too fast. “It’s not that.”

So dark that it can even weaken your knees. "I'll help you as promised just make sure you won't regret any of this," Lucien told him with a hint of warning. A sarcastic laugh escaped his mouth. "Regret? I don't even know that such a word exists. If there is anyone who should feel that way, it should be her! I will see to it that she will regret taking their lives. And I will burn her to the ground once I found her." "I don't understand. You could have done this a long time ago but--- oh well, good luck!" Lucien taps his shoulder.

But what was the use of regretting at this point? It is useless to regret it now . As the boys pushed her to the end of the Cliff, Lucia's mind was still in disbelief how even after all the scheming and planning, they lost because of ignoring the smallest of details. " Nobody will save you today Lucia, not even your darling mother or protective father " Mira spat, remembering how their father always cared about his bastard daughter, leaving behind her to wallow in self pity and rejection. That was something she would never forget, not now , not ever.

“This became ours the moment we chose honesty.” That night, they stood together on the balcony again. The city glowed beneath them, restless and alive. “Do you regret it?” Lucien asked quietly. She thought carefully before answering. “I regret what it costs,” she said. “Not what it reveals.” Lucien nodded. “That’s the difference.” Across town, Jonathan sat alone in his darkened study. The accolades on the wall no longer comforted him. They felt like artifacts from a world that had moved on without permission.

“No. We are simply not biologically designed that way. We seek only the company of our fated mate. No one else will ever compare.” Could that have been part of the reason why Lucian never sought out another relationship? Was it because he truly couldn’t? For a moment, I’d been so caught up in the fear of my situation, that I nearly forgot about my previous shattered emotions with Lucian. Would he even know what’s happened since I left the palace? Hell, after I stormed out on him, would he even care? I became filled with regret and shame for not giving Lucian the chance to better explain himself. I fought back the tears that threatened to fill my eyes.

“If I can’t have her… I’ll burn everything she chose. Starting with you.” The words fell like a curse. No divine weight sealed them. But men like Lucian didn’t need gods to make their worst intentions real. He turned on his heel and stumbled down the Temple steps, his remaining soldiers scrambling to follow. Some glanced back at Kael, eyes flicking with something uncertain—fear, respect, and calculation. Lucian didn’t look back at all. He moved like a man held together by stubbornness and spite alone. A broken star fell toward whatever fate waited below the mountain’s shadow.

“And what exactly do you think you are?” --- Silas didn’t answer. --- Didn’t need to. --- Because I already knew. --- The Shift “Ivara,” Lucian said softly. --- My attention snapped back to him. --- “You’re standing between two versions of the same mistake,” he said. --- My stomach twisted. --- “One who regrets it,” he nodded slightly toward Silas, “and one who embraced it.” Then— his eyes locked onto mine. --- “And you?” --- The question hung there. Heavy. Waiting.

"They've stolen your life! Your fucking royalty life! You used to be a fucking prince of fucking Crescent Prowlers. Your ancestors were the most loyal members of the King Czar the Great's Cabinet! Now, look at you! You have to take care of my horses while I'm hunting! You have to walk through the back door to get into the fucking Ragnar's Hall! You have to dress me up like a fucking servant! I can't believe that you're blaming your own parents for their death! I mean, why do you always have to be so nice and gentle?! Why haven't I ever seen any resentment or sadness in your fucking eyes?! Why aren't you angry, Lucian?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Lucian looked at me and said, "I dropp

“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

“Do you think anger makes you strong, Lucian? You forget yourself. You forget who you are speaking to. I think you've forgotten, I made you who you are. You will step back, or I will remind you of your place.” Lucian gave a slow smile at the side of his lips. “You made me who I am,” he said slowly, “but I am also a Romanos. And no Romanos stands idle while children are destroyed under his roof. I do not care what you call family business. This ends now.”