Regretevator X Reader Novels & Stories

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

Damon sneered. "What are you talking about?!" I shouted. "Hmph. You signed the contract yourself. Deny it all you want! But Abby was right. You’re nothing but a lowly gold digger." "I never signed any contract!" I protested loudly. Abby, Damon’s Beta, stood by his side, looking at me with disdain. She was one of the rare female werewolf warriors and his most trusted confidante. "Alpha Damon..." The auctioneer intervened again. Damon nodded and walked to the VIP seat opposite me.

He was so close that I could feel his breath all over me. "I hope you'll regard me with love this time around." He faded away after those lines and, for a moment, I felt a part of me was gone again. Shifting my gaze back to the exit door, I realized it was gloomy outside and I suddenly desired to drown in it. Who would have thought something as colorless as water could make the sky dark? It had started to drizzle. I tried to rub the condensed water droplet on the glassy wall of the restaurant to get a clear view of the busy

MARCO VASQUEZ: THE REWRITER WHO BECAME THE CODE. Mamá stood, blood pouring from her shoulder, and ripped a page free. It was her diagnosis, the loan contract, Javier’s death certificate. She tore it in half. The book shrieked, the alley-mansion trembling, chandeliers crashing. “You want my regret?” she roared. “Take it!” She tore another page; her wedding photo, Javier’s smile frozen in time. The book bled harder, the chains loosening. I grabbed a page, my parents’ crash report, the tip, the wager. My hands shook. “I started this,” I said, voice breaking. “I end it.” I tore it. The paper screamed, Victor’s face flashing, aging, crumbling. The chains snapped.

I moaned softly, imagining Vincent’s rough hands instead of my own. God, that man. Tall, dark-haired, always in a tailored black shirt that stretched across his chest. He looked at me like he owned me already. I pushed the vibrator harder, sliding it down to my entrance and dipping just the tip inside. Wet sounds filled the small room. I was soaked. “Shit, Ava, you’re such a dirty little slut for this,” I breathed to myself, voice low and filthy. I thrust it deeper, fucking myself with short, needy strokes while my thumb worked my clit. My hips rolled, chasing it.

“Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock, Maya. Such a greedy little virgin.” Mr. Collins groaned, picking up his speed. His hips slapped against mine harder, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, as the water cascaded over us, making everything slick and messy. Ria dropped to her knees in front of me, with water streaming down her face as she leaned in and licked where we were joined. Her tongue licking my clit and along the base of her father’s cock as he pumped in and out of me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I came earlier than expected. I cried out, my pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh fuck… yes!”

Next book coming soon. A Lover's Regret (Tyler x Ezma)

fur. In the center of the bazaar sat a man hunched over a pile of flickering holographic projectors. He looked ancient, his skin a patchwork of scars and tech implants. But when he glanced up, Elara felt a surge of raw energy. His eyes were the deep golden color of a True Alpha. "The Healer and the Prince," the Archivist wheezed, his voice like rustling leaves. "You've come a long way to find a ghost." The Price of the Key

Then I raise my hand. “Let’s complete the separation, Elias,” I sneer. “I, Elaria Virelle, reject you, Elias Graves of the Gravemoor Pack, as my husband and Alpha. I break every bond the Moon has bestowed between us. From now on, I share no connection with you.” My chest aches as the bond ignites. A golden glow circles my hand, building, tightening—ready to snap— “You will regret this, Elaria,” he seethes.

My chest rose and fell as I forced the words out, each one cutting deeper into me as I spoke them. “My womb is damaged, Kieran. I can’t carry another child. I can’t bear another pregnancy. That child… our daughter… she was my only chance. My only child.” My fingers curled into my palm so hard my nails bit into my skin, grounding me in the moment. “And you let her die.” The last words cracked, but I didn’t look away from him. Not even once. My voice steadied again, colder and sharper now. “You betrayed me once. And now… you’ve done it again,” a tear slipped down my cheek, but my expression didn’t change. “I will not survive a third betrayal from you.”