Now Come And Regret Novels & Stories

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

They wanted the best for me but my obsession got the best of me, now see where it has landed me. I regret everything. I regret ever coming back to LA. I regret never leaving with my parents when I had the chance. Now I'm alone and would probably die a lonely death with no one to even know I ever existed. I wonder if my mom or brother or even my father ever thinks about me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AVINA'S POV

“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:

While marching past me, she said icily, “Just make sure you don’t regret this. I don’t give second chances.” “Okay.” I nodded. With my back straight, I walked into the night.

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.

SLAP! “Fu***ng bastard! ” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. A red handprint bloomed on his cheek, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stood there, his eyes filled with desperate longing. “Can you come back?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Come back to what?" I shot back, my words like venom. “This is the path you chose, Cole! Don’t tell me you regret it now.” “Yes, I regret it! ” he blurted out, the raw emotion in his voice catching me off guard. “I never thought I’d feel this way, but I do. I regret everything. I regret driving you away.” I froze, momentarily stunned. This was Cole, proud, arrogant Cole.

“You regret me, admit it.” I stare down at him. “Every day.” The wind howls through the broken roof, scattering dust across the floor. The smell of salt and rust fills the air, thick and cold. Ariana steps closer, her voice trembling but fierce. “He regrets every choice that brought us here. But you, you don’t regret anything, do you, Adrian?” He laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Regret is for people who lose.” “Then you must be drowning in it,” she says sharply.

"I know you never listen to anyone, so I'm not going to bother talking you out of it." Lucy lounged back on the couch in a relaxed posture as she spoke to John. "I just hope you'll think this through. If Sierra and Tommy walk away over this and never look back, are you going to regret it?" John held the bottle in his left hand and poured himself another drink without saying a word. There were already too many regrets in his life. The one he regretted most had happened when he was still young.

" My voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. I released my grip on his neck and watched as he struggled to catch his breath, a mix of fear and pain evident in his eyes. “You'll regret this, I swear.“ He growled, earning another kick in the groan from me. He rolled on the cold ground like a year-old protesting for candy, a tear finally slipping out of his eye. I stood over him, my expression unyielding. "Regret is a luxury you won't have," I said coldly. "Remember this moment when you think of crossing paths with me again." With that, I turned and started walking away, leaving him defeated and broken on the ground.