One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

“You’ve only been with one man until last night?” “Yes.” “Do you regret last night?” “That’s a tough one. I should. It was my cousin and you for goodness sake. It felt so good, but only one part made me happy. Do you regret it?” “Listen, ten years ago your cousin and I enlisted. We spent 5 years in the military. We did things we shouldn’t have and that I do regret. My greatest regret was missing my parent’s funeral. We saw things we wished we hadn’t and we wish we could forget. Last night? I neither regret nor wish to forget.”

Remembering her foolishness brought back the regret she had experienced. Seeing her not responding, Regis felt a bit guilty for mocking her. “Miss….” Amora interrupted with a trembling voice, “Do you know the difficulties I faced after that night? I really regretted it and….” Her sentence trailed off as she couldn’t hold back the tears that had welled up. She bit her lower lip tightly and took a deep breath. “I really wish we had never met that night or now,” Amora continued with a hoarse voice. Though Regis couldn’t clearly see Amora’s expression because of her long hair covering her face, he could feel her words' deep regret and sadness.

“When your day is long…And the night…The night is yours alone…When you're sure you've had enough…Of this life…Well hang on…Don't let yourself go…'Cause everybody cries…And everybody hurts…Sometimes.” The regret lays thick inside my heart. It just kills me inside. Why did I have to be so fucking stupid? I messed up something perfectly good by saying the one word that we both agreed should never have happened. I skip back and play the song over and over again. I can see his truck in the driveway; he is standing next to it; it looks like he is on his phone. The pain suffocates me again; I take one big swallow of my tequila to numb it away. It's two in the afternoon, and I am wasted.

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.

Glancing at the 27 missed calls I had made on my phone screen, I suddenly realized that whether or not he came did not seem so important anymore. The glimmer of hope that the month-long silent treatment was about to end had long been worn away by these 27 phone calls. Even if Jules came right now, I had already given up on making up. I took a few deep breaths, composed myself, and opened my bag, ready to go in alone.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

After a while, Becky went crazy from all the torture, looking like a dirty, mad old lady. Ellison even tried to ask Janet about me, hoping for a photo or any little thing, or if I had left him something... However, Janet just told him. "Lily left you nothing, not even a word." Ellison stood still, his face twisted in pain, looking terrible. It made sense. He had made so many mistakes, and when Lily left, he knew he would not be forgiven. Ellison spent his days lost in drink, stumbling through life until he drank so much he ended up in the hospital.

And all that I can but utter, “What the fuck?” Emma looks at me rather seriously now as she hands me the curling tongs, “Give him a chance. A real chance. He really does regret what happened.” “It's all fair.” I say as I hand her the tongs back refusing to do my hair to go out, “He is sorry but will he do it again.” “For fuck sake.” Emma grunts, “Just go to the fucking club.” …Trayton POV… Yes, one of my one-night stands is back to haunt me. Normally they do not come back, but sometimes I do get that one persistent one that seems to think what we had was special. Well, I have one here, and she is not leaving.