Regression Stories Novels & Stories

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

About him telling the doctor I was unstable. “I lost a baby,” I said. And my voice broke. “And he used it to make me look crazy.” Tears were running down my face now. I didn’t wipe them. “I’m not perfect,” I said. “I stayed too long. I was scared. I loved him. That’s not a crime.” I looked straight into the lens. “David Blackham is a liar. And a criminal. And if you believe that 30 second clip, then he’s already won.”

He said quietly. I blinked. “I made the biggest mistake five years ago, and I have spent every day regretting it. I finally realized how stupid I was. You are the woman I love... the woman I should have been with all along. Staying with Tamara because I felt indebted to her was the biggest mistake of my life.” His voice softened. “I know I hurt you, and I can't change the past, but I want the chance to make up for everything I put you through.”

“Let me rephrase. So, you’re back with that douchebag.” I sighed and gently pushed the swing with my feet, letting it sway slowly. “It’s… a long story,” I said. “I wanted to tell you everything, but you were on your trip. And honestly, I thought we’d have this conversation when you got back, before you try to act out like you did” He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Mom told me everything after, she told me how you’re in love with him again or whatever bullshit story you fed her.”

"Why didn't you tell me you knew I was lying!?" "Lucy !" god! Why did I even try? This woman is insane! My blood was boiling beneath the surface. I wasn't quite sure I'd felt this level of annoyance before. All of my chest region felt stuffy. "You lied about being pregnant for attention! But that wasn't the worst thing you did, framing someone for a miscarriage that didn't happen? How worse can you get? How much more desperate can you get!?"

Cheryl will become a favorite child, even though her figure can no longer be reached. Maybe ... Cheryl's departure to unite two people who separated for a long time only because of a misunderstanding. __________________ How many chapters do you wan Is this story over? Or do you want to crying again? Who is still crying? Maybe, after this, we will see how they got up and finished. I did not expect to be able to make this sad end story😭😭😭😭. Actually I'm not strong enough. But I keep on writing sad story 😭😭😭😭

Louisa had a long bath. Her mind was whirling with regrets and helpless to stop it, she just lay in the tub, defeated. Everything was crumbling down and the rocks were hitting her hard, insistent on wounding her. Everything had been a lie. First was Ryan. He's been using her while he had a lover. Then, Ryan's mom lied about her non-existent cancer.

“And even if she saves Ryker, she will never belong to this family again.” The king did not respond. Because deep down… he already knew that. And he wished, more than anything, that she would. Meanwhile, the news spread like wildfire. The Robin family’s shares plummeted overnight. Contracts were canceled. Partners withdrew. Banks froze accounts. Within three days, the once-proud Robin Company stood on the edge of complete collapse. Robin sat in his office, staring blankly at the falling stock numbers on the screen, his face drained of all color, his lips trembling.

The conversation wound down naturally after that, Maya redirecting toward an entirely unrelated question about whether Grace would eventually be old enough to play in the treehouse, and Vivienne felt a familiar gratitude at how resilient her children had proven themselves, repeatedly, across a year and a half of complications that would have overwhelmed many adults, let alone two young children still working out the basic architecture of the world around them. Later, once the children were settled and Grace had been fed and resettled in her bassinet, Vivienne found Roman in his study, scrolling through the Financial Herald's evening edition with a grim expression. "How bad is it?" she asked.

She looked at me with mixed feelings, her eyes quivering as she couldn't say a word to me. Sounds of cameras filtered in the air as much as gossip. “BREAKING NEWS: The Billionaire Heir who rejected and divorced his wife regrets his actions and desperately wants her back!” It was showcased on the sign board in less than a minute before my action. That was the power of reporters and social media.