One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

XENIA’S POV That night, I lit a small lamp and opened the windows in the study. Let the air move through the room. Let the silence stretch out. Then I whispered a quiet promise to the air, to the child beneath my hand, to the self I used to be: “You will not be forgotten.” And I believed it. ENDING SCENE REYNA’S POV They drew their line. And she didn’t cross it. She erased it. With every step forward.

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

The one thing he desired above all else now was the happiness he had once taken for granted and carelessly let slip through his fingers. He turned his head, his gaze drifting over every corner of his house. For a second, he could see her everywhere—on the couch, in the hallway, and beside the dining table. Each apparition of her was smiling and waving at him. However, they disappeared just as quickly as they appeared, leaving only the suffocating darkness behind, swallowing him whole. A wave of loneliness, regret, and heartache swept over him, drowning him in its depths.

“We ended up sleeping together. Twice. And she still kicked me out. I’ve never been so humiliated.” Greg stared. “Why are you laughing? That’s not funny!” Alex smirked. “Sorry, I know. It just reminded me of those old days when we used to throw girls out after one-night stands.” Greg laughed. “Yeah, except this time you were the one being tossed out.” “Exactly! The only thing missing was her slipping some cash into my hand,” Alex joked dryly. “But seriously, what went wrong? You’ve always had this charm no one could resist.”

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

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.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

Stephan felt amazed and stopped caressing her hair and asked, "did you have a good sleep?" Josalina didn't reply. "Are you hungry?" Josalina didn't reply tp that either. The silence was killing Stephan and he wasn't expecting this to happen on the very next morning. He exhaled and from his broken soul he asked, "Do you regret last night?"

Seeing her shoulders shake made him remember her words that he didn't contemplate on before. 'She was talking about being kidnapped. Did I really misunderstand her?' His eyes flicked to her tensed back. It was trembling and she was also rubbing her arms. Regret flooded in his veins as he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her face. "Listen, I'm sorry. I went too far." He spoke softly.

It was the first time he realized that the woman he liked and protected for years was nothing but a common gold digger. He pushed Sophie away and yelled at her with suppressed anger and pain. "Get out!" The police dragged the struggling woman out of the old Chilton Mansion. When the doors closed, Noel felt every ounce of energy pulled out of his body. He turned around in despair and met with a familiar pair of eyes. They belonged to Stella. He felt even more depressed at the sight of her. He opened his mouth to call out to her. "Stella…" She ignored him. Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly.