Regretful Novels & Stories

What if she hurt him? What if she spins lies into my boy's head and turns him against me? I palmed my head as the thoughts ravaged my heart, my soul. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should not have lost my anger. I should have hung up immediately I agreed to donate my kidney. Wave after wave of regret coursed through me, and I didn't wipe the tears that dripped down my face. I maintained that position for a long while, losing myself in the maelstrom of emotions coursing through me.

Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly. "It's all over for now. It's time for you to chat with my parents." "You're right. They must be tired of waiting." The spark in Noel's eyes gradually dimmed as he watched them walk away while leaning against each other. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. It hurt so much that tears welled in his eyes. Noel felt something leaving his body and floating away. He knew he could no longer get it back.

She let out a deep, exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes heavenward in response. “So how is that my fault, Imelda? I'm sorry you lost your job when I happened to be living in your house. But that doesn't mean every single thing that goes wrong in your life is because of me”, Freya replied icily, fixing Imelda with a glacial stare. “You’re right, it's not your fault. However, I happened to recall that you haven't paid me yet despite making enough profit from your business. Were you hoping that I would forget?” Imelda said, resentment evident in her tone.

while my tears continued to fall. I gasped, "If only I knew...," I looked up, trying to fight back my tears. I took a deep breath again, "If only I knew that this would happen to you... I wish I never said those words to you," I said full of regret. Maybe they're right about what they said, that regret always comes last. Because look at me now, I'm filled with regret because of what they said, regretful for this opportunity. I'm so regretful to the point that I want to create a time machine so that I could turn back time and make things right.

“I never said before, but the truth is that night in Paris was one of the best nights of my life.” “But I had seen you were regretting, and you can’t deny that part.” “I won’t deny the regretting part. Yes, I was regretting but not because of what happened between us but by thinking about the future. I was regreeting because I knew after that incident, you would feel betrayed a little more than earlier after finding out the whole truth. I was regretting that I would end up causing more pain to you than earlier. I wasn’t upset with the last night incident, but I was upset with me.”

"Jasmine, that woman who broke your leg, I made her crawl on the ground for the rest of her life. That eases your pain, right?" I floated beside the tombstone, watching his increasingly haggard face but increasingly crazy eyes without a trace of emotion in my heart. Could these acts of revenge bring me back to life? No. So, they were meaningless. [Time remaining before return: 1 hour.] The system prompt sounded. Mom lost her dancing talent and became a cripple who had difficulty even walking normally. She locked herself in her old practice room every day, playing the video of me dancing when I was a child over and over again.

I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away. I did not look back or hold on. I was like a quiet breeze, gone from this world.

Freya whispers. “Regret?” I ask. “It means to feel ashamed for a mistake. I heard it in a movie and asked Miss Gates what the word meant,” Freya says. “You, baby girl, are too smart. I’m not sure if he regrets it yet. I’m not him, and I don’t want to give you the wrong answer.” “Okay.” The nurse came back into the room to give Freya some Tylenol for her pain. After the nurse left, Marcel returned with a cup of coffee. I thanked him and took a sip as Freya closed her eyes again.

I ruined that smile, that laughter, that joy! I ruined her and then I ruined it all! My jaw tightens slightly at the memory, the familiar weight settling into my chest like something that has long since made itself at home there. Regret is an interesting thing. It doesn’t ever fade, It sharpens and the longer you live, the deeper it cuts. And I have lived long enough to understand that there is no redemption waiting for me at the end of this. Only repetition. Only her. Again! And again. And again.

"And now, haven't you lose me now?" "We can always make things right again. Please, just give me one more chance to make you the happiest person you've always dreamt of. I am okay even if we don't have sex. Just one more chance. I regretted everything, I have always been living in regret also. I was happy I saw you the other day. I was happy I can finally make things right even though I can't give back what you have lost." "You regretted but you couldn't search for me. Instead, you ran off to the states, you –"