Regret Came Too Late Novels & Stories

“You’ve only been with one man until last night?” “Yes.” “Do you regret last night?” “That’s a tough one. I should. It was my cousin and you for goodness sake. It felt so good, but only one part made me happy. Do you regret it?” “Listen, ten years ago your cousin and I enlisted. We spent 5 years in the military. We did things we shouldn’t have and that I do regret. My greatest regret was missing my parent’s funeral. We saw things we wished we hadn’t and we wish we could forget. Last night? I neither regret nor wish to forget.”

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I… I just can't believe Maria is really gone just like that," Richard said, laughing bitterly. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who ruined the good life she should have had. If I had cared more about her and treated her better… If I had been honest sooner and told her everything… Then maybe, things wouldn't have ended like this." He clenched his fists. People always said you should not wait until you lose something to regret it, but he had always believed that would never happen to him and Maria.

the word echoed in her eyes. “If you think you are growned enough to decide for yourself, if you marry him never step foot in my house" her father word echoed... “Save me, save me" she save her mother inlaw instead of her parents. She couldn't stop staring the more she did them more the tears kept coming. She saw as they hugged Each other, they were really perfect. One is a scumbag and the other is a bitch.. Regret settled heavily in her chest, not because she feared dying, but because she finally understood the people she had loved too late to tell them.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

You'll regret it when you're 80," he kept telling me. -Wasn't it at 50? -I questioned. -You'll regret it at 20, at 30, at 40, at 50 and you'll regret it all your life, Camila Clear. Just watch what I say. I got sad. I knew I would regret it. Just then a text message arrived on my cell phone, I checked it half-heartedly and stood stunned in the same place. It was a message from a number I didn't know: Unknown:

He deeply knew that if there was something he could do, he would have agreed to do it, but he knew that it was already too late. "How I wish you didn't make such bad decisions, you would have still been alive, I do forgive you, but it's so bad because I get to say it too late when you aren't available to listen to me at the moment, and I regret this," Thomas said shedding tears profusely. He knew that he couldn't place his words, but he knew deep down that he was very sorry and regretted that at the end of the day, he didn't get to accept Rosemary's apologies.

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

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and felt a deep sense of regret wash over her. If only she hadn’t been so foolish as to trust Hubert. If only she had been more cautious. Perhaps she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. Regret gnawed at her, but she knew—it was already too late. Hubert, oblivious to the storm raging inside her, merely relished the fear on her face. He chuckled, the sound carrying the arrogance of a victor. "Come now, sweetie. It’s time for us to get a little... closer."

“I should have just let her in last night when she was looking for a place to sleep.” “Regret never comes first, it always comes in the end,” I lifted my hand, touching my chin. “That one never gets old.” I kissed her forehead. “How about being happy for me, even just for today? I’ll talk to Gertrude to help her get-”