Regret Novels & Stories

Her heart was beating fast as she walked back to the car, a sweet feeling kept coming to her, the butterflies in her tommy has doubled and she couldn’t stop replaying the scene in her head. She got into the car and zoomed off. She got home, went to the shower, ate dinner and still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas. She sat up and went to her dressing room, preparing her face for the next day, she searched for her face toner when her hand touched a picture. The sweet feeling within her, the butterflies in her tommy and everything other things she had been feeling, all died instantly as she set her eyes on the picture. Tears shimmered in her eyes, “How could I feel this way about the one

“Things… from before. If we were truly granted a second life, like you believe, what if she…?” I clenched my jaw. The idea haunted me. The guilt was a rot I couldn’t scrub clean. If she did remember everything — the cruelty, the indifference, the betrayal — how could she ever love me again? “I have to earn her back,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone. Elvis cleared his throat. “Then start by looking into Freya. She’s been… unpredictable.” I nodded. It was time to start peeling back the layers of this rotten palace.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tamped down the flare of heavy feeling in his chest. "Yeah, Fred. I'm sorry. I had forgotten that you acquired Reggie’s number after him. Sorry, I'll go and rename it." "No problem, sir. I'm here, by the way." Hunter cut the call and stared down at the floor. Ordering Reggie around has become a habit. Sometimes Reggie carried out stuff without Hunter having to tell him. They both were accustomed to each other. Realizing that Reggie was no more was hard. Hunter gulped hard and told himself to get used to it. But… Can you forget a significant part of your life overnight? Trying to forget Reggie and accepting that he was gone is similar to this feeling.

he mumbles once again, clearly being hard on himself. “You didn’t know something like that would happen, Harv.” “But what if it could have been avoided? If I had just stuck to my routine… things would have been different. Maybe.” I understand where he’s coming from. Regret is a powerful emotion—it makes you question every single decision that led you to this exact moment. But I can’t let him dwell on it. Not when he needs to focus all his energy on getting better.

He looked like a stray dog, cast out and utterly lost. “What if I said I’ll change?” He raised his head, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “I can be better to you. I can be a good father to Yael. I’ll take him out and spend time with him. We can start over. We can be a family again.” So, he knew all along that he had been wrong. He knew the hurt he inflicted on us but justified it because of the love we once gave so freely. But now?

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

Regret tastes sour in my mouth. When Ansel’s office door closes, I’m still curled over, tired and miserable too.