Regret Novels & Stories

Now, I felt only ice. "Take your hand off me," I said softly, "before I make you regret that, too." He didn't let go. "I made a mistake. I was wrong. Just—let's talk." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Talk?" I leaned in, close enough that he could smell my perfume—something expensive and foreign. "You should have thought about talking before you signed those papers, Julian. Now? I don't want your words. I want your empire."

My chest tightens, and for a second I try to move again, try to reach for my phone, like somehow fixing that one thing will fix everything else. My hand barely lifts before it drops back down. Useless. “Damn it…” The word comes out quieter than I expect. I remember there’s something she wanted to say. I know it. I felt it earlier. The way she looked at me. The hesitation. The almost-words. And I— I wasn’t there. A slow exhale leaves me, heavier this time. Regret. That’s new too. I don’t like it. I don’t have time for it.

] With a calm mind, I leaned back in my large executive chair, watching the bustling traffic outside the window. The Madiles was still there—the sun, the beaches, the crystal-clear waters. Everything remained unchanged. However, it was no longer a definite communal party for everyone. Instead, it was a grand prize belonging only to the winners. Limitless kindness only bred sophisticated parasites and endless greed. Only strict and fair rules could select and reward those who chose to stand with the company through thick and thin. This was the most important lesson this ordeal had taught me.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving

Chateau remained silent, trying to digest Amber’s words, but it seemed like it was still too raw to fully understand without further explanation from Amber. “Chateau, you may not have mentioned who you meant, but I’ll clarify my words so you can understand who that person is.” Amber paused, then stared into Chateau’s eyes deeply. “Not everyone in this world hates their past because they don’t regret what they did back then. The past can’t be changed, and time can’t go backward, that’s why... regret exists. Those who carry deep regret from their past or very painful memories are more likely to hate

At twenty, she designed a brooch and a pair of cufflinks for him. Noel's eyes turned red as he looked at them. He felt pain all over his body. His heart felt like it was being clenched tight by a pair of hands. He could hardly breathe. Noel covered his face with his hand. His tears fell through his fingers and wet his sleeves. That was when he suddenly understood. He knew what it felt like to lose something, only to realize too late that he cherished it. Even though Stella was only three months pregnant, Eric was already thinking about names.

Gazing at them with warmth, he reminisced. "Youth is truly wonderful. There are still so many things you can do, and even regrets can be mended. Seeing you two brings me back to my younger days. I, too, once invited the person I loved to admire the flowers. Alas, we ended up parting ways because of a misunderstanding. Now, when I think back, my heart aches with regret. A regret that can never be undone," the flower farmer murmured to himself, offering them a bittersweet smile before strolling away. Kisa cast her eyes downward, the haunting word 'regret' echoing rele

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

“Is that what you're mad about?” Bewildered, I take a step back. “It's unfair. You're unfair. And right now, I don't like you.” Regret. Regret is what I feel immediately the words leave my mouth but I can't take it back. And just because I say so doesn't mean I don't mean it…he shouldn't just have to hear it.