Regretful Novels & Stories

That was definitely Everett Robinson. “Sorry, I think I misheard you. What did you just say again?” He kept his gaze lowered, the regret in his tone unwavering. “I failed her… I didn’t know how to cherish her. Now I regret it. I want her back. For real.” “…Well, damn. That’s honest.” But seriously, what was with this sudden shift from fierce tiger to sad kitten? I didn’t know how to react. I scratched my head, visibly frustrated. Damn it, dealing with bossy Robinson was easier. This suddenly soulful version throws me off completely.

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

He felt like he had let them down and he felt like he had failed to do the right thing. He was remorseful and regretful, and he wished he could take it back and make things right.

“Because I couldn’t carry it anymore without saying something to you. Not to the world, not to anyone else. To you.” I raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly is it you’re carrying?” He looked down at his hands, then back up at me. His voice, when it came, was quieter. “Regret. More than I thought I was capable of. I see now what I destroyed, what I dismissed. I see how much I wanted to be right instead of kind. And I see that I cannot undo it.” I studied him, waiting to feel something sharp. Anger, perhaps, or bitterness rising again. But what came instead was distance. The kind of distance that makes memory hazy. “You’re correct. You cannot undo it.”

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

Maddie mentioned apologizing, but she just wanted to show how good Jules was to her. I was not in the mood to play these games with her; I just wanted Jules to sign the papers. "Sorry, I'm not interested in chatting with a woman who wants to break up other people's families." Maddie's eyes reddened instantly. "Sophie, how could you say that about me?" Jules, who had been stern since I entered, immediately stood up and shielded Maddie behind him. "Sophie, don't be so ungrateful! Maddie spoke to you so humbly. What else do you want?"

"You think this is enough?" "I know okay, I know I deserve more than this as punishment. I regret everything I ever did to my daughter. Her tears hunt me everyday and night, whenever I close my eyes to sleep all I see is Hazel and her mum crying and I wish I could turn back time and be a better husband and father. But it's too late and all I'm left with is memories of how I traumatized my daughter and wife. It's all messed up. Just go away and let me die here with my regrets and sorrow" He says as tears spill down his check and I feel the anger in my heart die down. He actually regrets his actions, he's actually sorry for what he did. That's very relieving.

He would never beg for his life. I sighed. “Matt, please just go away. I don’t have time to deal with all this now. I don’t want to have lunch with you, and there’s nothing to talk about or make right between us. I’m beginning to get irritated by all this.” “Meadow, there’s a lot to talk about between us, and you know it. I know I messed up seven years ago. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought about you. Please, I just need another chance to make it up to you. I just want us to start afresh,” he said, walking closer to me.