Regret Novels & Stories

Moved on. They’ve locked the door you once had a key to. And when you realize you’re standing on the outside, staring in at a world you once belonged to, something inside you collapses. That’s when regret shows up. And it stays. It camps in your mind, rewinding every moment. You keep wishing—begging—for a way to rewrite the past. To take back what you broke. To return to the version of yourself that didn’t ruin everything. That’s where I was right now. Stuck in the ache. Stuck in what-ifs.

I don’t think about anyone except her, she's my whole world, and I lost her. Regret was a foreign thing to me once, it was something I believed belonged to weaker men, to those who failed to take what they wanted when it was within their reach. But now it sat in my chest like a slow, suffocating weight, tightening every time her name crossed my mind.

I’m was worried sick about him… Laying down on the long sofa, I felt terrible for what I’ve done and hadn’t done. This is such a mess, if I knew that thing would turn out this way, I should have talked to Hayden properly yesterday. Why didn’t I do that? What was I thinking? This feeling that felt like a void inside my stomach is probably called regret.

A new feeling had woven its ugly clutches around him for the first time in three years…not guilt, not worry…. Justin felt regret.

I didn’t want that. I started running towards the attic. I knew everything I did was ruining the plan I set for my goal but she was right; he hasn’t enough time left and I truly wanted to share memories with him. Regrets only exist to show us an alternate of our choices. What if I regretted not sharing enough time with him, not having enough memories to remember him by, getting drunk on his scent again would be refreshing.

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

It had always been about chemistry, about desire, but in the end, when it came to reality… it was all just a joke. Margaret was a little angry. “You didn’t think it through and just got involved with him…” She sighed and rubbed her forehead in frustration. “I taught you to value yourself, but you didn’t plan on marrying him. How could you be so careless? Is this how I raised you?” “I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry.” Candice felt ashamed. She had expected to be scolded. “How can I not be angry?!”

Her eyes seemed to say, "I've already lived such a troubled life, only to be treated so abhorrently by my boss. Just let me die." "Zachary and I were going to send you to the parent-teacher conference tomorrow as we're too busy. Now that Griselda has been gravely injured, you probably won't have time to go either. I'll tell the teachers to cancel our speech!"

Richard kept talking. "Every day, he goes to her tombstone and falls to his knees to repent. When he was younger, he refused to listen and let others influence him, and he did a lot of things to hurt his mother. He regrets it now, but it is already too late." Jonathan's eyes went red. He ducked his head, fighting back the tears.

Fear and regret gnawed at his insides. There were only a couple of times he had felt this. Regret was never in his dictionary. He never regretted doing anything, perhaps he has never done such a thing that would lead him to feel regression. He has always been calm and a deep thinker with strong sentiments. For the first time in his life. He regretted leaving her alone knowing fully well her life was in danger. If anything happens to her, he would never forgive himself.