Regret Novels & Stories

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?!”

Zachary broke down as he rushed over, wailing, "That's my daughter. Griselda has been living like a beggar for her whole life. She didn't even get the chance to call me Dad. She was only eighteen and died such a gruesome death…" While everyone still focused on him, he punched himself in a show of guilt. "It was all my fault. I failed to recognize you and caused you to suffer for more than a decade. I'll accompany you in your death right now!" A few people surged forward quickly to stop him. Zachary cried till his knees went weak. He only managed to stand up after two burly men helped him up. My calmness made me look downright evil in the face of his devastation. "Daisy is heartless. She didn

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.

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."

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"