Regret Novels & Stories

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

Olive explained hoarsely. Lyyana let out a sigh. She also regretted why her mother didn't receive better treatment until she passed away just like that. "If we talk about regret, it's not just Uncle and Aunt. Lyyana regrets not being able to provide the best treatment for Mom, letting Mom marry that jerk, causing Mom's shop to go bankrupt because of that jerk's debt, selling our childhood home, and many more regrets Lyyana has. But..." Lyyana paused, looking at each of them one by one. "Regret comes at the end. We shouldn't be trapped

Regret washes over his face, etching lines of sorrow and remorse. "You're right, Nora. You were never meant to be caught in the crossfire of our rivalry," Jay admits, his voice filled with regret. "I should have protected you, shielded you from the pain and the choices that were forced upon you." Nora gazes at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. The regret in Jay's expression mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart. "I never wanted any of this," Nora whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to be a pawn in your family's feud. I just wanted t

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

I have made a mistake and regret it in hindsight. It was a moment of weakness that I cannot take back, however I know now that it was wrong and something I wish to course correct for. This regret has been weighing heavily on my conscience, like an invisible burden with no end or solution in sight. No matter how much time passes, the guilt of my misdeed still lingers in my mind as a reminder of what happened.

“Fuck you a mean ass when you get played with.” “This is not the type of mean-ass that I would like to be.” There is a word that a man like me never needs to say but it has just become a word that will be uttered for the very first time. Regret. I regret letting myself out there to get hurt. Another word a man like me thought he would never say. Hurt. These have brought me to a wave of unmistakable anger. I am angry that I am letting a women hurt me like this. She is making me regret every single thing and the moment I have shared with her.

I asked softly, "Have you ever had any regrets, Stefano?" Stefano pondered for a moment before replying, "I regret trusting those who didn't deserve it. I regret quitting when I should have kept fighting. I have quite a lot of regrets, actually." "What about now?" Stefano chuckled softly and said, "I've learned that regret gets you nowhere—one must move forward and avoid looking back." He then patted my shoulder and said, "You should give it your best next Monday, Valentina." I nodded in assent, clenching the document in my grasp.

Regret. Like a memory that never fades… it only grows deeper.

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

she said as she stood up. "Listen, child. I know how it feels deeply regret what you should have done a long time ago." She said, her voice laced with bitterness. "My story is similar to yours, you know? My stupid pride prevented me from admitting the fact that I couldn't live without him and then I ended up losing him." Her voice was breaking, "In the worst possible way. By the time I made up my mind to tell him how I felt, it was too late. I live every day in regret, wishing I could turn back time."