Regretful Novels & Stories

I got it, I really did, but that didn’t necessarily make it right- and I think we all knew that now. I filled them in about my phone call with Vasha yesterday when we all had a chance to talk for a few minutes, and it was apparent they were starting to feel just as bad as I did. The shitty thing about regret is it only rears it’s ugly head after doing something you wish you could desperately take back. ********************

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

“ 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

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 her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

"Am sorry my son ,I just wanted the best for you but instead I ended up ruining everything , please find it in your tiny heart to forgive mom ok ,the chances of me being with you are so slim that I have lost all hope ,but somehow I feel you will never be alone. "I am full of regret as I talk to you now ,I have no idea when next I would have the chance to even hold you ,I shouldn't have returned ,we would have lived our best life in another country ,we would have become best of friends , now they are just mere fantasies . "Am really sorry my child ,I am so sorry ,I cried with the excess pain I felt in my heart ,I was filled with nothing but regret . "I hope you find it in your heart to forgiv

“Fuck you a mean ass when you get played with.” “This is not the type of mean-ass that I would like to be.” There is a word that a man like me never needs to say but it has just become a word that will be uttered for the very first time. Regret. I regret letting myself out there to get hurt. Another word a man like me thought he would never say. Hurt. These have brought me to a wave of unmistakable anger. I am angry that I am letting a women hurt me like this. She is making me regret every single thing and the moment I have shared with her.

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

“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.

He watched her from across the room, the space between them feeling vast and unbridgeable, the regret a heavy stone sinking in his gut, pulling him down into a dark,su#ocating despair. gut. Every careless word, every unanswered call, every time he'd chosen his own stubborn pride over her soft, forgiving eyes replayed in his mind like a broken record.He remembered the curve of her smile the !rst time he'd told her she was beautiful, the way her hand !t perfectly in his, the trust that used to shine in her eyes likesunlight on a clear lake. He'd shattered it, piece by piece, and now stood amidst the ruins, desperate to rebuild but paralyzed by his own failures. He yearned to rewind, torewrite

But with each passing moment, I realized that the damage I had inflicted upon myself and others was not so easily undone. Regret, like a relentless adversary, continued to shadow my every move. It whispered doubts and insecurities into my ear, reminding me of the pain I had caused and the irreparable damage I had wrought. I berated myself for my foolishness, for my misplaced trust in a person who had only shown me disdain.