Make Them Regret It Novels & Stories

Regret that I had made a very stupid mistake by taking someone's credit card, which landed me in this situation… Regret that I had aided in Jack's death and made his family helpless. And shame, shame that Massimo had reduced me to his play thing, not caring if I were human at all.

""Regret, huh! Did I hear you say regret? I guess you must be mad in the head. You will be the one to regret everything. For the first time in my life,you made me regret ever knowing you. You are deceiving yourself by thinking you can get me back like this. There's nothing you can do that can make me come back to you." He gritted his teeth, anger filling his voice.

It just passed through my bones, and regret was banging against my head. I regretted doing that. I also didn't want to remember that day, the day I made that costly mistake. "One thing is sure, you're going to die, because you've done something wrong. Also, now that Kathy has known your bad deed, you're not getting her back."

Kneeling, Roger pleaded, "I'm sorry I failed you and broke your heart. I know the truth now. Give me a chance to make it right. Marry me, please." Gerard, also kneeling, banked on my soft side. "Let's run away. Ryan is not right for you. Only I can make you happy. Let the past go, and we'll start fresh." It was absurd. If I'd married into a lesser family, they'd have crashed the wedding. But the Carter family wasn't one they dared to cross.

Regret and guilt twisted inside his eyes like a bottomless pit. He clenched his teeth and declared, "Jess, I swear I'll make them pay for you and for Mom. I'll make every last one of them pay!" … Bethany's sharp voice cut through the silence somewhere in the depths of an abandoned factory. "Are you all out of your damn minds? Killing them was bad enough, but you actually left a witness?" "Does that even matter? That old hag is now blind and mute while the other one's totally dead. Larson Group's fortune is all yours and Derrick's now—what are you so worried about?"

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

I threw my mom those fiery questions one after another without waiting for her to even answer one of it. I used to be so clueless about what was really going on around me until reality hit me so hard. But I reckoned that crying over spilt milk was pointless. There was nothing I could do to change what I have already done in the past. Besides, I already have a fair share of regret when I refused to pay other's opinion a heed. Thus, I just made it a point with myself to not to do anything again that could possibly give me more bags of regret in the future

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

her friend groan like she's imagining something, then she throws a pillow on her again. "You bitch stop imagining that monster! you'll regret it if you'll going to have s*x with her!" her friend laughs, "You don't even regret Brittany!" she gives her friend a middle finger sign, how can she regret that is it her mission? so regret is not on her words right now, but on the other hand, she realizes she didn't even regret it really as she likes it, then she's gonna poke on her tthoughts'sthe hell is happening to her thoughts anyway?.