Novel & Cerita One Night Of Regret

When the fire trapped me, my Alpha mate, Graeme Blackwood, was throwing a birthday party for my little sister, Ayana. I was locked in the basement, trembling so violently my bones clattered against each other. When the flames first caught, I called him. Begged him. His voice was ice. "Evelyn, stop the act. It's Ayana's birthday. I'm not letting you out just so you can ruin it. Let her have her night. Once she's happy, I'll let you out." I tried to explain. With the last shred of strength I had, I called him again. He hung up on me. So I just watched. Watched the flames swallow everything.

"I know it's hard to forgive when someone has scarred you so badly. But what if I regret what I did, and now I want a relationship with you and see the error of my ways? Will that be enough for us to start over?" Amanza smiled, "Regret isn't enough. I want much more than that." Her hands moved to his chest, and she came to life. He didn't pull away but smiled. She was an inch from his face. His warm, deep, and excited breath fell on her face; she wrapped her arms around his neck, inviting him to her.

'Dear Ace, I went through an old picture album recently and found myself reminiscing about the past, which isn’t like me. I've always believed there was no point in looking back to regret or to ponder on what could have been. Yet, I have so much regret, so much I wish I had taken the time to reflect on. I realize now that none of the things I’ve accomplished were truly my dreams, but rather, they were things I thought would earn me the love and acceptance from my father. I thought I could live with myself even after I hurt so many people, even when I hurt you and broke your heart…' A single tear falls from my eyes, making me aware of the wetness in my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. I do

I wonder again and again how I could have been so blind, how I could hurt the only woman who has loved me with all her being. My nights are filled with nightmares and shattered dreams. I close my eyes and see Melek's face, I see how her gaze transforms into disillusionment and hopelessness. I torture myself with the memory of her tears, her words of pain and rejection. Every tear she has shed is a reminder of my failure as a man and a lover. I bitterly regret my actions, of abandoning her and denying her the happiness she deserved. Regret is like a fire burning within me, consuming any trace of tranquility. I wish I could turn back time, erase my mistakes, and do things right, but I know I c

A shiver worked down my spine as thoughts of Zach and his new lover, Mandy once again took center stage in my mind. I shook my head to dispel the unwanted, unhappy thoughts. “Believe it or not, I’m not used to any of this. I certainly wouldn’t…” I trailed off, dragging in a much-needed deep breath. “Last night was fueled by alcohol. And that bad decision is something I don’t have the luxury of making a second time. It was one night, and it was a good one. Let’s leave it at that.” His face closed off in that instant, leaving me with instant regret for the words I just uttered.

A man who had been gentle and had taken care and had wanted to be the person she could thank. Regret arrived like a tide, not cruel, just inevitable. It rolled over her, salt in the back of her throat. She did not move quickly; she did not make a sound that would wound him more than the truth would. She turned onto her side, away from him, and let the sheets whisper their small betrayals. “Good night,” he murmured, drowsy, content, the way men are when they believe the story they told themselves about the day ended well.

“You know nothing, Ahvi. You don't understand how much I loved him, how much you ruined everything because of a mistake I made that night. A one-night stand I could have avoided,” Like arrows, the words pierce right through my heart and cause it to bleed. It has been several years. The last time I was branded a mistake and the result of a one-night encounter she could have prevented was when I was twelve. As pearls of tears flow down my face to the floor, I realize I have forgotten I was supposed to be used to it. The anguish in my chest has been replaced with a wave of rage coursing through my veins. My eyes are full of tears and anger and hers full of regret and cruelty. “It's not my fault

He announces, and I gulp down another drink before giving him a go ahead. "Okay, why were you so careless that night?" He doesn't have to say it all before I know the night he's talking about. "I don't know. I wanted to be free from the constant pain for once, I think. " "Why did you regret it then if you wanted to be free all along. " "Because it wasn't meant to happen. I wanted to be free from the constant pain, I didn't want to be a one night whore to a stranger. "

I regret that my marriage has gotten to this awful point. I regret that I had a one-night stand. I regret that I ever met Eli. As we drive back to the pack house, I’m just filled with regret and guilt about the past five years. Mostly, I regret not listening to that little voice inside my head that told me what Eli was doing.

Maybe, it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the weight of everything crashing down on me but when his fingers brushed against mine, the pain I felt earlier numbed and all I felt was butterflies. The man, I'll call him black shirt, drew me closer and murmured behind my ears. “One night, no names.” My heart pounded in my chest. This was stupid. It was reckless but… When we pulled away and I stared into his eyes, I told myself for once in my life I wanted to feel something other than pain. I nodded and told him to take me somewhere away from the noise and he did. ***** I've heard Alpha King Logan mention something about “Regret comes in the morning” when he was advising Mira. Like her, I thought