Now Come And Regret Novels & Stories

She giggles and shakes her head, eyeing me affectionately and I kick myself mentally again for the horrible way I treated her before. "Hannah," I say, pushing myself to hover over her. "I don't know if I've said this before, so I want you to know, I really am sorry for the way I treated you. I was stupid and selfish and very wrong. I just... I'm sorry." I try to push as much honesty and regret through our bond that I can, so she may be able to feel a little of it. Her eyes soften at me and she reaches up to hold my face in her hands.

We all sat in the car heading to the hospital. Now I regret doing to that club. Regret fucking different women and manwhoring around. Regret hurting people and I think this is all their curse to me and my life that even if I found my happiness I still can't be happy with her. I feel like the more I'm getting closer to her the more far time is throwing me away from her. I never expected the fate to be this cruel to me. It's not like I believe in it but if there are chances of it being true.

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

It was the man Christine thought to be having a relationship with her best friend before she 'died'. Misty had asked Eithan Meyer how he viewed regret. Apparently, this innocent boy who suddenly turned into a very gloomy, icy person was forced by his classmates to participate in the contest, and he said that was how he viewed regret. He regretted going to school on that day he got voted to participate. He regretted not having enough time to sleep early this night due to this. He regretted having to make himself a clown walking half-naked under the indecent eyes of many men and women.

My tongue tasted like metal and something bitter, and I was 100% sure that I had just given myself a damn concussion. This was such a stupid, crazy, insane move. I knew it. I could feel the regret slowly trying to creep into my head, but I shook my head again, forcing the regret away. It didn’t matter anymore. If regret helped me leave this place, I would regret everything every day, but it wouldn’t. Nothing else had worked, so I needed to do something extreme.

One time, when he carried his lunch over to an empty table, we walked up to him and flung his plate of food into his face, making him look guilty while the teacher punished him instead. That day, he looked at my face and said five words that have never left my mind all these years: “You will regret this someday.” After that event, he was transferred to another school, and that was the last time I saw or heard from him. Present Day “Sir, step out,” the cop instructed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I gradually stepped out of the car, my phone held in my hands. I walked up to the counter, made a call, and a few minutes later, I was bailed out and allowed to leave.

But now? “It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said calmly. “Why not?” Silas’s eyes turned red, his desperation spilling over. “Because we don’t need you anymore. I don’t trust you, and neither does Yael. We can’t wait for you forever.” My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact.

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

He was a blubbering mess as he pleaded desperately, "Willow, I'm so sorry. Please help me make one more wish and make all my wealth come back, okay? Just one last wish. Once you make it, we'll get married right away, okay?" I shook off his hand, suddenly finding the situation laughable. Five years ago, the man who knelt before Augustus' door still carried a trace of dignity. But now, the man in front of me, who had snot and tears streaming down his face, was nothing more than a hollow shell eaten away by greed. I let out a cold laugh. "Connor, don't you know that my wishes are limited? You probably don't know this either—my 100th wish was to return everything to its original state. Your weal

The 3rd of next month— That’s the date I’d booked my flight to Nevada to start acclimating to the desert project early. Last life, for this “family public debut,” I ditched my summer grid-testing project at NREL (National Renewable Energy Laboratory), pulled all-nighters memorizing Sicilian Etiquette History, only to be publicly mocked by Elena on the day of the ceremony for being “so unrefined she couldn’t even pronounce the Latin right”. That gunfight fifteen years ago, that bullet that should have killed me instantly, was like a bloody wound. The harder I tried to stitch it up, the more they tore it open.