Regret Novels & Stories

“I never said before, but the truth is that night in Paris was one of the best nights of my life.” “But I had seen you were regretting, and you can’t deny that part.” “I won’t deny the regretting part. Yes, I was regretting but not because of what happened between us but by thinking about the future. I was regreeting because I knew after that incident, you would feel betrayed a little more than earlier after finding out the whole truth. I was regretting that I would end up causing more pain to you than earlier. I wasn’t upset with the last night incident, but I was

He looked like he was on the verge of collapse. He seemed excited to see me. "Rena, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Can you please come home with me?" "Austin, I'm sure you know I'm here to talk about the divorce, not listen to your apology." His face fell. "Serena, why must you be so aggressive with me? Yes, I was wrong. I made a mistake every man would make in his life. But I know that I was wrong now, and I've decided that I'll change for the better.

No amount of punishment on Janice could ever undo the pain she had caused me. Even if I were reborn, I would never accept their repentance. In less than a week, Janice completely broke down. Disheveled and filthy, she hid in a corner and suddenly realized something. I was dead. As long as she lowered her head and admitted to her faults, as long as she could earn Jasper and Casey's forgiveness, she still had a chance. If she survived long enough, some power and resources would still be hers. So, she knelt before Casey and Jasper. "Jasper, Casey, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt Lisa. I didn't mean to, I just felt so insecure. I grew up without parents and cared about you two so much.

I didn’t mean to bring the past up but what if something like that happened again? “Look Gwen, I know I should not…..no, I shouldn’t have done that to you. It wasn’t right for me to do but back then I thought I had everything at my disposal, I thought I wouldn’t mind sending you out without our daughter. I thought I was punishing you not knowing I was also punishing myself. I should have at least considered your feelings before doing those shits and am deeply sorry for it. I hurt you, I know that but I want you to forgive me, I need you to forgive me.”

It wasn't deep, nor was it anything unforgettable. We gave it our all and sacrificed everything we had, yet we both ended up in such a state. We should cherish what we have. If I were to go through that again, the only thing I had left to offer was my life. "Pete, we both gave it a try. Although we failed, we have nothing to regret. We should let the past stay in the past." "No! I do have my regrets!" "But how much are regrets worth? Regret is one of the most common emotions humans feel. Could regret outweigh the billion-dollar contra

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me.

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

"Follow me." Two hours later, I'd tried on more clothes than I owned in my entire life. The saleswoman—Margot—had an eye for what worked. She pulled dresses that skimmed my curves without being revealing, separates that could mix and match into dozens of outfits, shoes that added height and confidence with every step. "This one," Margot said near the end, holding up a dress the color of deep burgundy wine. "For when you're ready to make them all regret everything."

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

{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.