Regret is only the beginning Novels & Stories

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

Her hand again caressed her stomach. “We’ll be fine,” she whispered softly. In two different places, two people who had once been bound by marriage spent the night with opposite feelings. Camelia began to move forward. Meanwhile, Calvin, without realizing it, was becoming more and more trapped in a regret he had yet to admit. “Am I regretful? Oh no, this isn’t regret. I just want revenge on her,” Calvin muttered.

he said gently, his words a whisper of remorse. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart a jumbled mess of emotions. I looked into his eyes, searching for something more, a deeper apology, a promise of something more, but there was nothing. He just said, "Sorry." I started to dress, my movements slow and deliberate, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. I had nothing to say to him, because we were nothing. It may have been foolish, but I am only human, and if I regret my decision, there is nothing I can do about it. Because I know that regret always comes last, and no one regrets at the beginning, only in the end.

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

Rachel looked back up at him. “I’m sorry you went through that.” Bryce held her gaze for a long moment. “Thank you.” The ballroom orchestra slowly began resetting their instruments in the distance, creating a low background murmur. Bryce spoke again, his voice quieter now. “You know… when everything started falling apart tonight, I realized something.” Rachel tilted her head slightly. “What?” Bryce’s eyes softened in a way she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I regret letting you go.”

"Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I regret so much. "But what I don't regret is every instant I spent with you. I don't regret a single moment of your sardonic wit, even when it was at my expense. You made me laugh so much and be so happy with our life together, even when we argued. I don't even regret a single tear I shed with you before today.

Not being able to get his way made him shake. Still, he remained calm. Tried harder not to lose his control on himself. No matter what, he was wrong and he hurt his Dove. He needed to tread carefully. "Claire, please, hit me if you want but don't walk away. I don't want us to regret anything." He rasped. "Regret? You think I'll regret letting you go? Haha, you're pretty full of yourself! But you know what, the only thing I regret is falling in love with you."

"I know it's hard to forgive when someone has scarred you so badly. But what if I regret what I did, and now I want a relationship with you and see the error of my ways? Will that be enough for us to start over?" Amanza smiled, "Regret isn't enough. I want much more than that." Her hands moved to his chest, and she came to life. He didn't pull away but smiled. She was an inch from his face. His warm, deep, and excited breath fell on her face; she wrapped her arms around his neck, inviting him to her.

"What, you think this is some booming city? This is just a rundown rural area. Four of you would only get 600 thousand dollars, so you're still 400 thousand dollars short." Then, she turned to Owen and added, "I'm not trying to insult your relatives, but look at him—scraping and clawing together every last dollar. Is he even going to come up with it?" "The way you're scrambling to piece together this bet is pathetic and embarrassing. Sometimes, respect is given to you. Other times, you're the one who loses it yourself. If you can't cover the bet, just fold," Owen said flatly. Seeing that I couldn't come up with the money, Uncle Peter let out a breath of relief.