Regret Came Too Late Novels & Stories

Regret really does its wonders, always comes at the last minute torturing you. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

Regret really does its wonders, always comes at the last minute torturing you. TBC Maple Writes Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.

her voice was full of regrets . " it's never too late to do the right time...and what you did today was very brave, I didn't expect you to but you did it anyway" he didn't know his plans will turn out this successful but thanks to Arabella's indecisiveness and his high effect on her, everything turns out just the way he wanted it to be...

“One bad review. One big fight with my old man. Then I started working at the bank. Just like that, the dream got left behind.” There was pain behind his words, the kind that lingers for years. Regret was heavy in his voice, not loud but undeniable. “I regret it every single day, Sil,” he said, finally meeting my eyes. “Every goddamn day. I should’ve kept playing.” Silence fell between us again. Not awkward this time. Just… full. I reached out and touched his hand gently. “It’s never too late, Ed.” He gave me a half-smile. “Tell that to my forty-something bones.”

*Flashback Off "Regret always comes last!" "God..." "I love him so much!" ~Next Chapter~ ________________ ___________________

When will the regrets end? To be continued...t

“It’s too late to regret that now.” “I don’t regret it. I don’t regret it one bit!”

He crushed the cigarette out, the embers sparking and then dying under his thumb. I watched, unmoved. The Caleb I once loved had never cared about my preferences, my comfort, or my feelings. This remorse felt like too little, too late. His shoulders shook, his voice barely a whisper, "Grace, I know I was wrong. Please, I’m begging you, come back. I was a fool. I shouldn’t have been so blind. I should have believed her." He clutched the urn tighter, his head hanging low. "I’ve avenged you. I made them pay. Can you… can you forgive me now?"

It was too late. "I was wrong." Liam's voice was hoarse, laced with a note of pleading he himself despised. "Damine, I truly know I was wrong. Can't you... for old times' sake... give me a chance? Let me apologize to her face? Just one sentence, just one is enough." Damine didn't hesitate to shake his head. There was no wavering in his eyes. "It's too late, Liam. Your regret comes too late." He turned his head to look at the laughing figure inside the glass, his gaze a mix of heartache and undisguised pride.

“What do you regret the most?” His gray eyes darkened. “You.” The single word sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I tightened my grip, pressing my fingers just enough to remind him that he wasn’t in control. “Be specific.” “I regret ignoring you,” he admitted, his voice rough. “Regret letting the pack treat you like nothing.” His breathing deepened. “Regret not realizing you were mine before it was too late.” A sharp laugh left my lips, bitter and raw. “Too late?” I echoed. “You think I’d have thrown myself at you if you had known sooner?” I leaned in, my lips hovering just above his ear. “You would have rejected me on sight.”