Regression Stories Novels & Stories

She had struggled there for five years. She checked into a cheap motel and started submitting job applications online. Every single one was rejected. Some people even mocked her directly. “Why not just stay as Mr. Xanders’ mistress? Why do you have to go out looking for a job?” Layla even publicly attacked my mother online. She called my mother a homewrecker and accused her of taking one million dollars from my father. Netizens followed and insulted her with vicious comments. My mother fired back defiantly. She attached chat logs with my father in her post to prove that she was not the other woman.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I cut him off. "Then it's fine. Is there anything you wanna do? Do you have any homework?" "I do, but I didn't bring any of my stuff." In the end, we just decided to watch some movies. After our talk last night, I kinda felt awkward. We're closer now, right? I mean, he told me some stuff about himself, so wouldn't it be fair if I told him something about myself too? Still, I don't think it's really the right time. I need to find the perfect timing to tell him about my illness. It would be better if I were honest about only talking to him because he has colors.

Work my ass out just to be able to stand out today. How I had sold my house in the midst of it and got scammed only to sleep on the streets? “The only thing that brought me this far is my ex-wife.” I paused. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried so hard to control myself. “My grandmother's dying wish,” I added. I'm sure Marietta could see this right now. Maybe she would give me a chance in her life again. We all make mistakes, and we all deserve a second chance. “You mean Mrs. Lorette Whitmore is dead?” one of the reporters raised the question abruptly.

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen Camilla’s POV The investigations were going kind of smoothly. Somehow word had gotten out that it was happening so reporters were camping outside the company hoping to get a story. We didn’t want any of it to get out so there wouldn’t be any problems in the company but somehow it did. I could say we were close to catching the culprit. All through all of the mess, I was staying indoors. My grandpa had also been discharged from the hospital but he was still on bed rest. This time around, he wouldn’t return back to work for another month or more.

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Alessa chuckled and Brook clenched his fist. “I would love to see him try though,” Thane added as he stared at Brook. Brook huffed and stormed out of the living room. “Well, that went well.” Alessa sighed and chuckled. “Mummy, why are you so happy?” Aria asked shd Alessa giggled dramatically. “Because, it's the beginning of the Billionaire’s Regret.”

She set them down and sat close enough that our shoulders touched. “Whenever you’re ready,” Jane said simply. “Or never. We can just stay here.” I stared into the tea, watching the steam escape. “Julie is pregnant. His child. He’s been talking to her for two months now, I didn’t even know she was back. Nobody said anything.” Jane’s jaw clenched, but she stayed quiet, letting me speak. “I lost our baby not long ago,” I continued, voice small. “While I was out here feeling guilty about the loss, thinking of ways to make things better, Sean was out there rekindling his love with the love of his life.”