Novel & Cerita One Night Of Regret

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

“Stopped what exactly? “Stopped visiting, calling, texting, checking up on me and my family. Why? Why did you stop? “So, this is why you called? “After that night, you stopped everything. Tell me why? To “That’s because I regret that night. You remind me of that night” “Regret it? Why? “That night is a huge mistake. It shouldn’t have happened. I couldn’t believe that we made out. I regret every moment of that night. It’s such a disgusting moment”

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"

His mind suddenly replayed every detail from the night before—how Elara’s soft skin had touched his, the sound of her moans, and the red stain on the sheets that proved his wife’s purity. “Damn it,” Mike muttered, roughly rubbing his face with his hands. A strange sense of regret slipped through the walls of his ego. Why had he lost control last night? Why had he allowed the woman he had always considered a nuisance to get so deeply into his heart? Mike turned on the cold water and splashed his face repeatedly, trying to drive Elara’s image away. Yet the moment he straightened his body, his hand slowly moved upward, pressing against his own chest beneath his bare skin. Behind his ribs, his h

I just hope that he’ll not regret his decision in the end because I know how it feels to have regrets. Regrets is one of the painful feelings I ever felt. I have so many regrets in the past. I have so many things I want to look back in the past and if I would be given a chance to change it…I will. I regret that night. That night where I last saw Ronald. I regret that night. I regret that I ran away. I regret that I didn’t talk to him at least. I regret…that I didn’t even clear the things between us. I regret that…I didn’t have the proper goodbye.

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

"Plus everything after." "Everything after," he agrees. I put my hand on his chest. Feel his heartbeat. Steady and real and there. "I don't regret it," I say. "Any of it. Even the parts that were terrible. Even the parts that cost us both things we can't get back." I hold his gaze. "Because every night got us one night closer to this one." He puts his hand over mine. "This one," he says. "The wedding night." "The real wedding night."

And his gaze is full of regret. Regret from bringing me back? Regret from even talking to me? From remembering? From trying to be with me at all? I don’t know. But I guess I’ll find out soon enough. * * My first night back is awful. Not a single wink of sleep, for the second night in a row. Only this time, I’m tired and desperate for even five minutes of rest. I can’t help but just think of everything. The memories, what it all means. Whether I’m justified being this angry with Roman in the first place.

“So it stops being confused. Right now, it doesn’t know who you choose. Me or Tyler.” I wrapped my arms around myself. The wind off the water was freezing. “You must be out of your mind. You're the one who's trying to confuse the bond. You know it knows I belong to Tyler. I regret that night more than anything. I regret letting you close enough. I regret every time I told myself it didn’t matter. I regret getting in your car the other night and handing you a fresh opening to my life. But regret doesn’t mean I want you to finish what you started. I still want Tyler. I don’t want you.”