One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

I barked, tapping the ash of the cigar on the ashtray beside me as I fixated my eyes on the screen, to be very specific, my mate. There was no question that a werewolf's eyes will miss any of the odd changes or even the slightest movements that did not go with the situation, however, I wondered how I'd missed her gloomy eyes and the glistening tears in them when I danced with that unknown, bizarre, woman to get my woman out of my mind. I had never felt bad about anything The word 'regret' was never in my dictionary but today, I did. And this feeling of regret was fucking painful. I watched as the waiter passed Emily, her eyes were fixed on the dance floor and it was not unknown what she was

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

I hissed at myself. My body wracked some more and I knew if I didn't stop soon, I would regret what was coming for me. I dried my eyes, finally accepting my fate even though I still couldn't believe that this was finally the life I was going to be living. It was sad to say the least but I had made a mistake, one that I would forever live to regret. I rose up on shaky feet, pulling my hair away from my eyes. I was in this mess because of a one night stand, a flimsy affair I thought would be harmless but had in turn put me in a lifetime of agony and pain.

Then I shattered it. “But I don’t!” I let the words drop like stones, cold and hard and final. “I don’t feel the same way, So, to not drag this out, just see this as a one-night stand.” I infused my tone with an arctic chill, watching each word land on him like a blow. I saw it happen. The light in those beautiful blue eyes flickered and died. His intertwined fingers went limp, falling to his sides as if the bones had been removed. A profound sadness contorted his features, and a very small, very distant part of me twinged with something like regret.

“I never said before, but the truth is that night in Paris was one of the best nights of my life.” “But I had seen you were regretting, and you can’t deny that part.” “I won’t deny the regretting part. Yes, I was regretting but not because of what happened between us but by thinking about the future. I was regreeting because I knew after that incident, you would feel betrayed a little more than earlier after finding out the whole truth. I was regretting that I would end up causing more pain to you than earlier. I wasn’t upset with the last night incident, but I was upset with me.”

I had stayed up all night, unable to get some shut-eye as the morning light crept its way through my windows, and I squinted my eyes. I had sent Dione a text message after Maya and I fought, telling him not to be late for dinner with my dad the next day. He asked me for tips on how to impress my dad and said that he was nervous, but I stopped replying and tossed my phone away, staring up at the golden ceiling. Now morning came without me getting any sleep. I moved out of my comfortable queen-sized bed slowly and dragged my legs to the bathroom. Once there, I took the longest bath of my entire life as I stared at my reflection countless times, unable to tell if what went down between Maya and

They've really missed you. As I cried uncontrollably, the door to the room opened. There, standing in the doorway, were my parents—aged, their hair touched with gray. A wave of guilt and regret flooded my chest as I looked at them. After hearing everything I'd been through, my father slammed his fist on the table, seething with rage. "We knew from the start you were going to marry him. But we never liked him! And now, he's got the nerve to hurt you?

Can I ever get over her? Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I allowed the shower water to run down my body. Placing my back on the wall, I slid to the ground as tears flowed down my cheeks. I regret having to fall in love with the wrong person at the wrong age. Maybe I deserve someone better. I do. I was lost in thoughts when Clara came to switch off the shower. I just realised the water came off causing me to look up almost immediately. “Ma’am, I’m sorry.”

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.