Now Come And Regret Novels & Stories

I don’t know what will be the thing that kills me first— the exhaustion or the humiliation. “You’re going to regret this.” “Regret what?” He asks, and I don’t even have the strength to put the snap I want in my voice. I just breathe out the words and hope they connect. “You’ll regret taking me back. Make me sing. Fine, whatever. But I swear— I swear that the moment you slip, I’ll be there to shove my claws straight down your throat. Or into your eyes. Whatever does the most damage.’ “You’ll regret this moment when the next place you wake is hell.”

{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.

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

Holding my daughter's hand with one hand and pushing my son's stroller with the other, I walked forward into the bright spring sun. A breeze swept through, and cherry blossoms drifted down like snow. All the grievances and wounds of the past dissolved in the falling petals. I would never forgive him, but I would never hate him again either. From this day forward, my world stretched wide and far, full of light and bloom. And he no longer had the right to be even a speck of dust in my memory.

“Well, then you should be excited—you slept with such a gorgeous man. Please, I’m really worried he might try to get back at me… maybe even dismiss me. I have my mom and sister depending on me. I can’t afford to be without a job right now. Oh no I shouldn’t have gone to the bar. I really messed up last night. I should’ve been more careful with myself. I regret having a one-night stand. I regret giving him 400 dollars. I also feel bad about insulting him. How did I end up in this terrible mess? Clara nudged me gently. Relax , maybe he didn't even see you. Suddenly, the manager called me. Sienna, Mr. Graves wants to see you in his office right now! I'm finished!

CHAPTER 28: THE MAN WHO ARRIVED TOO LATE STARTED TO PANIC Regret is quiet at first. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t throw itself on the floor. It sits politely in your chest and waits for you to notice what is missing. And that was how it began for him. --- He told himself he was fine. People divorced every day. People moved on. People survived worse. He repeated those sentences like medicine. But medicine only works if you swallow it.

“I should have just let her in last night when she was looking for a place to sleep.” “Regret never comes first, it always comes in the end,” I lifted my hand, touching my chin. “That one never gets old.” I kissed her forehead. “How about being happy for me, even just for today? I’ll talk to Gertrude to help her get-”

“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!”

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

JASPER Hearing Quinn's voice should have brought me peace. Instead, it ruined what little was left of me. Not today… Those two words followed me through the night like a curse. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard them again. Not today. Not today. Not today. By sunrise, I was still sitting in my office. The coffee beside me had gone cold, and the files on my desk remained untouched. The city outside was awake and moving forward. Mine wasn't. For the first time in years, I had nothing to distract me from my regrets.