One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

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.

"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

"I just feel sorry for Noelle. She has to wake up many times in the middle of the night to take care of the baby. She's in her 20s but looks older than my mom!" Shaking in anger, I tried to kick her out of my place, but Jamie cast me a stern look. "Tara is being considerate. It's one thing to ignore her kindness, but you should calm down about the incident. It's just a shot of vodka. The baby will be fine. "Apologize to Tara, or I'll freeze your credit card." In a hurry to get Andy to the hospital, I had no choice but to apologize to Tara. After that, I heard Jamie mumbling in a smug voice from behind me.

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.

Driven by alcohol, fueled by rage and despair , he barged into her room, his emotions spiraling over and despite her pleas, he vented it all on her, hurting her physically and emotionally. The next morning, he woke up, regret washing over him, and worse, Nadia's refusal to face him, was both a relief, yet dagger to his chest, even though he had no idea why he felt so much regret. He stood outside the bathroom door, his knuckles resting against the cool wood, his mind trying to recall what he really did the previous night, but everyone of them were vague.

Then everything will go back to normal. The meeting dragged on for two grueling hours. The shareholders threw numbers at me about the millions lost. I nodded, promised action, and stared them down until they backed off. Finally, they filed out, still grumpy but satisfied for now. "You've got one week fix this mess. Mr. Anderson. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone. I slammed my fist into the wall. My knuckles split open, blood trickling down. It felt good, the pain sharpened my focus.”

"If you don't wake up, I'll come down and be with you." As he was rushing out, I called out, "Lorenzo, I'm giving you one last chance. If you walk out that door today, we're done forever!" He paused but did not turn back. After a while, I walked over to the window and saw a black car driving off into the night. I grabbed my suitcase, closed the door, and left. The unrequited love was finally over.