Regretful Novels & Stories

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

It was depressing to keep on remembering what I'd put my family through just because of how unsatisfied I was. Regret played in my head like a haunting memory. It played endlessly in my head. If I could I would certainly turn back the hands of time. The heart wrenching aftermath of my actions echoed through every fiber of my being. A constant ache that refused to subside. I longed for a chance to forgive myself...but I could I forgive myself if I couldn't mend the bridges burned? Fate seemed to be playing tricks with me these days, stealing opportunities that would only leave me with a bittersweet taste of remorse. My family now lived in my memories and it was all my fault...a painful void I

“I was stupid. Foolish. I promise you. Just give me a chance to make things right, please,” “Then you should have thought about that before you decided to dumpe,” I shot back, my voice firm. “I can’t take you back. I'm sorry,” There was a long pause. I could see the regret etched on his face. “I know I messed up. I regret letting you slip away. Every day since, I’ve wished I could turn back time. I wish i had never let you go. God I'm such a fool.” I felt my heart waver for a moment, but I quickly steadied myself. “Regret doesn’t change what you did, Blake. I need to move on. I deserve better.”

I Will Win And You Will Regret But Then Again Apologies Don't Fix Broken Hearts.....

Zachary broke down as he rushed over, wailing, "That's my daughter. Griselda has been living like a beggar for her whole life. She didn't even get the chance to call me Dad. She was only eighteen and died such a gruesome death…" While everyone still focused on him, he punched himself in a show of guilt. "It was all my fault. I failed to recognize you and caused you to suffer for more than a decade. I'll accompany you in your death right now!" A few people surged forward quickly to stop him. Zachary cried till his knees went weak. He only managed to stand up after two burly men helped him up. My calmness made me look downright evil in the face of his devastation. "Daisy is heartless. She didn

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.

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

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.

Baby The very last emotion that washed over me was regret. This is the state of feeling repentant over something that failed. So this is what really defeat feels like. Defeat. In a flash it brought me these questions, What do retrievers regret most the moment they knew their dying? The moment they look death in the eye for him to take them? Is it failed relationships or not even having one? Is it maybe missing opportunities to be real normal people? or just maybe simply living life more?