One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

She said that the two of us weren't at the same level and my days would be very hard. I smiled back then and said that I was just a fake daughter of an affluent family, so I was still the same as James in terms of status level. We were both from a poor family background. I felt that I didn't care if I had a difficult life. I was willing to accept everything because I fell in love with James. Rory shook her head back then and said that I was going to regret my decision. She was right. I was now regretting my decision. I had been wondering recently, would I live for a couple more years if I hadn't married James?

Damon and Harper knew they’ll forever be bound and haunted by what they did. It wasn’t the hunt either of them hoped for. In opposition, it wasn’t what’s supposed to happen in any of the hunt. But the regret would always be late. Now panting and clinging on each other’s body as they both lay on the flat brimstone, they couldn’t help but regret. “This is a mistake…”- Harper murmured. Like she said, he thinks it was too. Now that it has been an hour past midnight, the remorse has dawned. Like the coming of the sunrise.

I heard it when I was seven years old when I saw the first dead person I'd ever seen: eyes open, blood pooling on the barn floor. In my profession, regret is easy to come by. They piled up, each sapping a man's resolve. I don't have many regrets; until now, I only had one following me. I regretted Dianna when she married my uncle Vincent. Recently, and more than that, I regret signing for Gallena. I want her twin. On my bed. Stick on the wall. Kneel.

"Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I regret so much. "But what I don't regret is every instant I spent with you. I don't regret a single moment of your sardonic wit, even when it was at my expense. You made me laugh so much and be so happy with our life together, even when we argued. I don't even regret a single tear I shed with you before today.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

"Did you really hurt Tessa like that for that woman? I can't imagine how much pain Tessa had to bear before she finally gave up her life just to buy herself a sliver of freedom." Regret crashed over Cayden like a tidal wave. He whispered, "I didn't mean for things to go this far. I never wanted to hurt her." He'd just wanted to cut off her feelings for him. But he hadn't realized how deeply he'd wounded her. When he walked out of the house, he was unsteady on his feet, like every ounce of strength had left his body. … Back in the punishment room, Rosie lay limp on the stone table, barely conscious. Cayden stood nearby, cold and silent.

"Have you forgotten that you personally destroyed my mom's ashes? How dare you show up here? See that little headstone over there? That's for the three-month-old baby you abandoned because you listened to her!" My words made Marcus' face turn pale in an instant. He looked at Hannah, his eyes filled with regret. Hannah immediately went crazy. "Claire, stop talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me?" I did not look at her and only said coldly to Marcus, "Besides divorce, we have nothing left to talk about. And if I see you here again, don't blame me for being cruel." … A few days later, Marcus called me. "Claire, I agree to the divorce. I really regret not treasuring our relationship

"Noelle, I was wrong. Forgive me, will you? It's all Tara's fault. You and I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. "We used to be so in love. Are you really going to give it all up?" I stared at him coldly, feeling nothing but disgust. How could he think I still had feelings left for him, after all that had happened? He grew worried after my prolonged silence. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" I suddenly slapped him. "Did that wake you up?" Just as I was about to speak, someone draped a coat over my shoulders. I beamed at the man, saying, "I told you I'd get home on my own."

From now on, my priority was myself, and I was going to make choices for my own future, rather than constantly compromising to accommodate George. After taking a shower, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the intimate marks left on my skin. The vivid memories of that night began replaying in my mind like a movie on loop. I quickly put on a freezing cold shower, desperate to snap myself out of it. Unfortunately, it was entirely useless; the memories kept flashing back anyway. That night had officially become the greatest regret of my life.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.