One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

"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.

"Serves him right. Billionaires like him think the world revolves around them. Look at how far she's come without his help." "Poor thing." That was enough. The murmurs continued to grow, and I clutched my chest, turning on my heels to leave the auditorium, feeling utterly devastated. Leaning against the car, I buried my head in my arms, consumed by regret. I never thought my actions would lead to this. Her coldness hurt me deeply, and I doubted if I could recover from the shock.

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

I think that grocery store brawl rattled him more than he wants to admit. Ashton still has about an hour of work left when I finish everything, so I sit at my desk and g****e “regret in art.” And then I find it. An illustration by Emiliano Ponzi called Divorce with Regret—a woman hugging the outline of a man who isn’t really there. The emotion hits me in the gut. It’s haunting and honest, and suddenly, I think I might actually have a concept. By the time Ashton walks into the bedroom, I’ve made a folder of regret poetry, a regret-themed Spotify playlist, and a list of books to borrow from the library (whenever that’s an option again).

"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."

Do you think I’m an idiot? She looked at me, her face full of impatience. "I already said it! I just didn’t want to leave regrets in my life. Can you stop harping on this?" I let out a tired sigh. "You know better than I do whether that’s really the reason. "There are things I don’t want to dig into. I just hope you know when to stop, before this turns into something none of us can walk away from cleanly." "You’re so backward." With that single sentence, I had no rebuttal. In her eyes, going to a hotel with another man the day before her wedding was nothing. My humiliation and pain counted for even less.