Lucians Regret Novels & Stories

"The bones in her hands have been broken, yet she still has the time to seduce her old lover! I really have to give it to Grace. "From now on, I no longer care if she's alive or dead! Caring for her only makes me a fool!" Lorenzo wiped away his tears and agreed with his father. "Mommy has abandoned us again! I won't forgive her so easily this time!" My spirit was hovering next to them. Seeing how Sofia had lied about me once more, my heart sank. I wanted to wipe Lorenzo's tears and tell him that I did not abandon them, but my hand merely went through his body. I could not touch him at all.

“If Nathan had brought anyone else—slave, pauper, noble—I think you would have supported them wholeheartedly. I am so disappointed in you.” He whispered those last words, then left. Sarang’s last words struck Lucian like a blade. The alpha sank into his chair in silence, eyes laden with fear and a silver of regret in his chest. He clenched a nearby cup in his hand and shattered it. The sting of the glass cutting into his skin gave him some relief, sharp enough to stop the heartwrenching pain in his chest from swallowing him whole. Blood dripped down his knuckles. He clenched his fist tighter.

Lucian took one last, lingering look at Victoria, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment, before turning and striding out of the hall. Lucian headed straight to his chambers as his steps grew faster and more erratic with each passing moment. As soon as the door closed behind him, the floodgates of his suppressed emotions burst open. He screamed, his voice echoing through the empty room. He shouted in anger, his fists pounding against the walls as his body shook with both fury and sorrow. The weight of his regrets crashed down upon him with each memory cutting deeper than the last. "How could I have been so blind?" he yelled, his voice breaking. "I protected the wrong woman! I chose he

Like her words had finished what the world had already started. She felt it. The regret that crashed onto her was immediate and crushing. She hadn’t meant to say it. She didn’t want to. Because now… now she didn’t love Lucas. She hadn’t for a long time. But it was too late. “He was worthy of love… and I…” Luciano echoed, every word dropping like a stone into a void. His voice was quiet, numb. He repeated them slowly, as if trying to understand them. Then, he laughed.

I felt regret for all that had happened to her. “What is she doing?” he muttered in Italian. I didn’t quite understand, but I knew he was talking about me. I gave him an angry, painful glance. “Move, Julia,” he warned. I shook my head in response. “I will stay right here. If you have to punish someone, choose me instead of her." Lucian shifted back a little; he was still affected by this painful decision. This is my way of repaying Maria for the sacrifices she made on my behalf.

Her best side is always what she tries to show them but they always discard it, treating her unfairly. It was at this point they start to regret all their decisions. Wishing they had done better. No one saw the death coming. Seeing as everyone wailed, Lucan wished he at least brought with him a mask to cry a river of tears there at the cemetery. He knew when he reached home, he would let down the bottled tears and he won’t even be satisfied. He never will. As much as he regretted even having her date him when her heart remained on someone else, he was at least happy he was able to show her some care before it all went downhill.

“Aren’t you?” “No.” Lucien stepped closer, his voice lowering. “I’m here to remind you what happens to men who mistake nostalgia for power.” Santiago’s jaw tightened. “You think the past gives you weight in this world,” Lucien continued. “But it doesn’t. It makes you slow. Sentimental. And when men like you hold onto ghosts, they forget how easily the living can slit their throats.” A flicker of something passed through Santiago’s eyes, rage or fear, Lucien wasn’t sure. But he recognized the shift. The first crack.

“She still needs me. She’s just angry. I’ll go back tomorrow. I’ll get her pregnant… she’ll have another child, and we’ll forget all of this. I’ll treat her better.” He sounded unhinged, as though he didn’t fully grasp what had just happened. Irritation surged through Margaret. His remorse felt shallow and misplaced. “Are you out of your mind, Lucian?” she snapped, stepping away and letting him fall to the floor. “Here I was, thinking you finally understood… that you regretted everything.” Her voice hardened.

Aurora mumbled one last time before leaving. Lucian was in a basement, entirely different from the ones he had visited before. Four men were tied down and they looked at him, helplessly. They had been tortured badly over the days and they were in the worst conditions. He had chosen not to come for this before but Marcus's words had made him even more filled with anger. Marcus knew him very well and he knew that talking about his mother that way would push him into this mood he was in currently. 'My love is misfortune for the other person. Anyone who loves me back is bound to be stricken with misfortune.'

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.