Make Them Regret It Novels & Stories

Gina was standing right behind them wearing her plain old clothes instead of the nice navy blue school uniform, her small hands clutching her dirty teddy bear tightly against her chest while she watched her parents shout at each other right in front of the high-society mothers who were walking past them with looks of absolute disgust. ​"I told you that we should have begged my mother for a loan to cover this month's tuition payment, Derek, but you just had to let your pride ruin everything, and now every single family in this circle is watching us pack our things into a broken vehicle like common beggars," Vera yelled, her voice carrying through the open window even though the glass was thic

I said sternly. Ethan stretched his left hand for me to hold while he continued driving with his right hand. “We all make mistakes, and your parents are not above mistakes too. I know they regret their actions towards you, and I believe they didn’t have a choice then. That was why they behaved that way. And also, we need their blessings for our marriage. But I will let you make your own decisions, and whatever you decide is okay with me,” Ethan said in a soft voice.

She rocked herself, trying desperately not to start crying all over again. “Hey hey, look at me.” He made her face him, “Don’t try to hold it in. You don’t have to be strong for anyone. All those tears you’re keeping back let it all out. If you don’t let yourself cry at his funeral I don’t think you’d be happy with yourself once it’s over. Also, he would be very sad with you for not crying when you need to. Remember how upset he’d get when you tried not to cry in front of him?”

James said in a low voice to Denise, his tone laced with displeasure. Denise reached out and took his arm. "James, I understand your thoughts, but that’s all in the past. People must look forward. Let the past stay in the past. No one is a saint; who hasn't made a mistake? You can't negate everything just because of one error, right?" James was left speechless. As the previous person to "make a mistake," his error was even more severe than Kyle’s. If he refuted her, he would be refuting himself.

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

"Why did you push Sophia!" "She told me to." "You're lying!" Sophia sobbed. Jack knelt down and helped Sophia up, as gently as if she were made of porcelain. He looked at me with nothing but disappointment. "You haven't changed at all. You acted so well for three years, but the second we turn around, you're the same as always. A leopard doesn't change its spots." Mom's eyes reddened. "We were just saying we should be nicer to you. I was regretting sending you to that place. And this is how you repay us?"

I shrug at him and look up to meet his eyes. “The way you treated me; your reasons don’t make sense. You were so harsh, so cruel.” I say bitterly and he nods. “I have no good reasons. Just know I regretted my actions long before you became my mate.”

He got up from his place and walked outside of the room but the moment he reached the door, he stopped and turned around to speak, "you are pathetic and I will make you suffer" "I will prove myself and will make you regret", I answered. He smirked and left......

I got it, I really did, but that didn’t necessarily make it right- and I think we all knew that now. I filled them in about my phone call with Vasha yesterday when we all had a chance to talk for a few minutes, and it was apparent they were starting to feel just as bad as I did. The shitty thing about regret is it only rears it’s ugly head after doing something you wish you could desperately take back. ********************