Regrets Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

A groan cut through her thoughts. Thomas. He was still on his knees, still clutching himself, his face pale and twisted with pain as he forced the words out through gritted teeth. “…You’re going to regret this…” Clara looked at him and for a moment, she actually seemed surprised. Then she laughed in disbelief. As though she had just heard something utterly ridiculous. “If there’s one thing I regret the most in my life,” she said slowly, her voice cooling with every word until it was nothing but ice, “it’s ever having and taking back trash like you.”

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.

"You were the only one who saw something in me. Who pushed me to be better." Seth's jaw clenched, but he remained silent. "You didn't just give me a job," Paige continued, tears falling freely now. "You gave me confidence. Purpose. Made me believe I could actually make something of myself. And I threw all of that away because I was too weak and scared to stand up to him." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't expect forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know that failing you is my biggest regret. Not because of the job or the company, but because you're one of the few people in this world I truly respect."

Only after his first love died did I finally understand that his heart had belonged to someone else all along. My 10 years of love had been his 10 years of torment. In that life, I had tried everything. I gave alms, did good deeds, and burned my own life down in a desperate plea to the universe for one more chance. In the end, I traded what I could to win Caspian the opportunity to be reborn. Before it happened, High Priest Idris Augur had warned me, "Within 12 hours after you return to the past, you must fulfill three of his regrets. When you finish, leave at once.

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.

She tilted her head slightly before fully facing him again “you’re going to keep up with this aren’t you? Who are you to tell me what to do?” “A man that regrets his mistakes. One that would take back every wrong thing he did to you in a heartbeat.” “Regret,you say. Tell me Mr. Ashbourne, do you really regret or are looking for the tiniest bit of space to insert yourself now that you know about my son?”

“I’m not afraid of the trial. This way, I can get my inner wolf faster.” “When I grow up and have my inner wolf, I’ll make it protect you, Mommy.” Tears soaked her pillow. It dried, then got wet again, over and over. I wished the Moon Goddess had taken me instead of my Lena. Dawn came. Carlson never came home last night. Lena’s funeral was set for 9 AM. I dragged myself out of bed, too drained to drive, and had the driver take me to the church. On the way, Carlson called.

Each season brought us new hopes and excitement. It was snowing on our wedding day. Nathan wrote the wedding vow himself. The last sentence went like this. "I will spend the rest of my life making up for what we've lost or missed in the past."

"Are you regretting it?" "Regretting what?" "Making this agreement." "Not really." I shook my head lightly, feeling a bit lost. "Originally, I agreed to it to make him give up sooner. But now I'm wondering, if I had clarified things with him earlier, would it have saved him some time?" "Please, he didn’t give up even when you were married."