Regression Novels & Stories

I shrug at him and look up to meet his eyes. “The way you treated me; your reasons don’t make sense. You were so harsh, so cruel.” I say bitterly and he nods. “I have no good reasons. Just know I regretted my actions long before you became my mate.”

Her fingers clutched the edges of the board so hard her knuckles were white. ​"Sir, the data was pulled from last night’s—" ​"I don’t care where it was pulled from," Luke interrupted, stepping into her personal space. He didn't raise his voice, which somehow made it scarier. "It’s sloppy. It’s mediocre. And I don’t pay for mediocrity. If you can't distinguish a projected share increase from actual revenue, find a job that requires less thinking. Perhaps in a kitchen."

A collective sigh escaped the group. Then—"Miss Zamora." Audrae looked up."Yes, Sir?" The professor adjusted his glasses."Can you explain why your group chose multiple regression instead of simple regression for this study?" A simple question. One she would've answered effortlessly a week ago. Audrae opened her mouth then stopped for a brief second her mind went completely blank she knew the answer she had studied it she had even reviewed it last night. So why...Why couldn't she remember? Silence filled the room, her fingers slowly tightened around the presentation clicker.

she says as she stretches a little. “It’s the best morning” I reply. I know how cheesy that was but I also don’t care. “Um, why can’t Lore feel Atari? Is she mad?” I ask bracing for the answer. I could not prepare for what she tells me “No it’s not that.” Nova says looking awkward “I haven’t been able to sense her since the rejection. It’s what I have been working on since I went back to the Kingdom. We believe there is a psychological condition that effects wolves when they have been rejected or had other psychological trauma that weakens their bond to each other. I’ve been studying the phenomenon. I’m actually at university now working on a way to fix it for all wolves that have this affli

When I got home from work, I suddenly received a video push alert on my phone. The title was written in an eye-catching font. [I earn only $3,000 a month, but my boss forced me to participate in a team-building activity that costs an average of $30,000 per person. Will you want this good fortune?] The thumbnail featured Cynthia's face, which was filled with unwillingness. My heart sank sharply as I clicked on the video. The opening was a promotional video of a six-star hotel in the Madiles, but it was edited with a depressing black-and-white filter and accompanied by sad music.

“Do you think Meadow will come back to you after everything you did to her? You impregnated her and left her to suffer all alone. You were the one who spread that video all over the school, and you watched my friends and me bully her every day in school without stopping us. So tell me—after everything you did to her, do you think Meadow will still forgive you?” Annabel’s words made me weak. She was telling the truth. I did a lot of bad things to Meadow. I know convincing her to forgive me will be hard, but I’m sure she will definitely forgive me. “You don’t need to worry about all that. Meadow loves me so much. And I know she won’t only forgive me, she will also take me back.” “Hehehe… you a

” Daisy quickly spoke up; “Boating is very interesting. Fish and shrimp swim in the river. If you don't go, you will regret the rest of your life.” Daisy and Iris take the boiled corn, walk along the full flower path to the river bank. Iris’s eyes look around, sometimes he stops, tries to grab a butterfly. To him, everything is really weird. Until Iris sees a wooden, dull black boat, completely different from his imagination. Iris couldn't hide her overwhelming disappointment. “Too ugly, don’t want to sit on it” but when he sees similar bamboo boats going up and down the river, carrying all kinds of goods, fruits, vegetables. There are some people to catch fish. Even if there was a dog on th

Lacey's POV: Cracking down these radical factions has gotten easier since the beginning of the Reversal. In the beginning, I remember receiving so much backlash. About 40% of the population was on board. 50% resented it, but they were willing to comply. And the last 10% was the minority of radical (mostly men) people trying to win back their misogynistic society. We repressed that immediately. But naturally, as those weeds were plucked, more arose, which is why our loyal "Societal Coordinator" Harry is in charge of burning them. We use "Societal Coordinator" for technical reasons. Really, he susses out suspicious people, and "sets them straight". "Setting them straight" could mean a variety

Deirdre pursed her lips and said cautiously, "Sterry, what's the situation now? What did Emily do to keep Brendan awake all night?" Sterling raised his head, unable to hide the regret on his face. "This is my fault." Deirdre was taken aback, and Sterling continued. "I'm a member of the research institute. For some time, I've been working on a drug that helps insomniacs improve their sleep. The project is named i240. This medicine can be like incense. Ignite it and let the smell volatilize in the air. If you inhale it, you can't help but want to sleep. It stands to reason that this result should have been regarded as very successful..."

said an artificially intelligent voice. "Your mom won't use the date and birth of anyone. She will likely use something someone would least expect, something east, but we won't expect that because it's too east." "How about a name?" "A name with six letters?" “It can't be because it's numeric, Angela.” Claire paced back and forth, “it could be the coordinates to this exact location.” "Can't be that. If it were, it would be a long digit." Angela Answered. Angela then randomly punched the date, month and year her mom passed away, 100922.