Novel & Cerita Make Them Regret It

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

"I didn't know what to do, and I made a terrible mistake. I regret it with every fiber of my being." I felt a flicker of sympathy, but I couldn't let it sway me completely. "Regret isn't enough," I said firmly. "You must face the consequences of your choices, just as we have to face the consequences of losing Marco's father and enduring Swiftclaw's tyranny. While you may want to make amends, can you truly repair the damage you've caused? Can you bring back the lives lost, the shattered trust, and the pain inflicted?"

"Alex doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t say anything to him, okay?" Ivory nodded. "I promise, I'll not mention this in front of him." "Thanks," Eric gave her a look which Ivory couldn't find a name yet, "When you love someone, don’t waste time Ivory, don’t let your pride or fear stop you. When it’s too late, no amount of regret will bring them back, I wasted time, maybe if I was quicker, I might've got more time to spend with her rather than crying for her, atleast I got six months to be with her now, though it'll be a lifelong regret later, do you want to regret too?"

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

Why do I have to suffer for what l didn't do? I'll make them regret every humiliation they made me pass through. Yes, that's what I'll do.

I asked softly, "Have you ever had any regrets, Stefano?" Stefano pondered for a moment before replying, "I regret trusting those who didn't deserve it. I regret quitting when I should have kept fighting. I have quite a lot of regrets, actually." "What about now?" Stefano chuckled softly and said, "I've learned that regret gets you nowhere—one must move forward and avoid looking back." He then patted my shoulder and said, "You should give it your best next Monday, Valentina." I nodded in assent, clenching the document in my grasp.

“And I want to make it worse in the best way possible.” That earned me a raised eyebrow from Leather Jacket. “Careful,” he said, his voice low, deep. “That’s the kind of shit people say before they end up regretting something.” I turned to him, resting my elbow on the bar, letting my neckline do most of the talking. “And what if regret is exactly what I’m looking for tonight?” That got me the faintest smirk. God, it was lethal. We talked, traded little jabs like we were fencing with words.

He didn't need to, he had said more than enough in the past. “You will regret this, some day soon, you will come back to me crying and begging me to take you back in because these vultures you're with have betrayed you. Make my words. They're my family, I know them more than you ever will. They'll do to you the same thing they did to me.”

I wonder if they miss me, or if I'm just a distant memory, a page turned in their book. I know I should pull myself together, that I should take back control of my life. But right now, all I feel is this emptiness, this absence, this regret. I regret letting myself go, believing in their promises, thinking that this night could be the start of something bigger. I regret opening my heart, making myself vulnerable, surrendering to them.

“People are just funny like that. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, and only regret it after they lose it. “But regret doesn’t change anything. He’s already gone abroad. The apartment has been sold too. From now on, there’s nothing left between you two!”