Regret Novels & Stories

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…"

The one who wanted to own me, and who couldn't stand seeing me happy without him. The man I'd spoken to today wasn't that man. He was something else, and one I wasn't ready to name. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out into the lobby. "Regret," I whispered, the right word suddenly coming to me. Regret was far more dangerous than hatred. Hatred was easy to walk away from. I'd walked away from hatred a thousand times. But regret had a way of making you look back. I looked toward the elevators, toward the man I'd spent two years trying to forget, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, forgetting hi

"Look at me. Look at us. Look at where we were three years ago and where we are now. We're different people. We've been through fire and come out the other side." "Have we?" "We're sitting in a house in our pajamas at 11 PM on a Tuesday, talking about our feelings." He smiled. "Three years ago, I didn't even know I had feelings. I thought feelings were weaknesses. I thought caring about someone was a liability." I laughed despite myself. "That's true." "So give us a chance. Give me a chance. I know I've said that before. I know I've broken promises. But I'm not going to waste this one. I'm not going to waste you."

"Please, Lyla. I am nothing without you." I gently took a step back, placing an insurmountable distance between us. "No, Lucian," I replied, my voice firm and immutable as the mountains around us. "You brought the storm that broke her. I will not bring that storm back into her memory. My love for Jenna lives here, untouched by your regret." I looked into his eyes one last time, offering neither forgiveness nor curse. "Return to your road, Lucian. Live with what you have done. But leave us be."

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.

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

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.