Regrets Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

{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.

The door closed softly behind him. Silence expanded. Heavy. Absolute. For the first time in decades, there was nothing to control. I stared at the ceiling. Ninety days. Ninety days to secure succession. Ninety days to preserve reputation. Ninety days to prepare for absence. The arithmetic of mortality was brutally efficient. Regret arrived quietly. Not dramatic. Not overwhelming. Just persistent. I regretted never traveling simply to wander. Never seeing the world without agenda. I regretted not visiting an amusement park since I was ten years old, the last time joy existed without strategy.

“Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.” One by one, I pried his fingers off my arm. With each finger released, it felt like I was untangling the last of what had once bound us together. “Stop holding on, Silas. You married me out of obligation, and I’ve let you go. Let’s part ways peacefully.” When the last of his fingers slipped free, he collapsed onto the couch, his hands limp at his sides. He buried his face in his hands, his voice breaking as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

His voice was filled with rage. "Uncle Eric? That's impossible! "Something must be wrong!" Everyone in the room snapped out of it when they heard Noel. They began to stammer as they agreed with him. "Y-yeah! The host must have got it wrong! How could Eric Chilton be marrying Stella Judd? They're a generation apart!" "How could she be good enough for Eric Chilton when she doesn't even deserve Noel? This must be a mistake." Eric had already walked to the center of the stage while they were denying this.

(REGRET) REGRET. The big and bolded letter word that Emie read unto the cover page of the seemingly ordinary letter, but a tangible mysterious one inside, wherein the sender itself is nothing, but a blank name that ringing a warning, yet knocking her sub-conscious mind with the interest to the extreme. She opens it as she undoes the folds and whispers. “God’s gate. Alchemy.”

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

"Lena, I regret it so much. If I'd spoken up earlier about the rope, would Chloe still be alive?" "Maybe." "Would you have pulled her?" "Maybe." She cried even harder. I hung up. Did regret help? In my last life, I regretted things too. I regretted ever sharing a dorm with them. I regretted agreeing to go to Eagle's Beak Cliff. I regretted not dying sooner. But regret was useless. Dead was dead. Those still alive could only keep living. The train arrived. I boarded, found my window seat, and sat down.

It wasn't deep, nor was it anything unforgettable. We gave it our all and sacrificed everything we had, yet we both ended up in such a state. We should cherish what we have. If I were to go through that again, the only thing I had left to offer was my life. "Pete, we both gave it a try. Although we failed, we have nothing to regret. We should let the past stay in the past." "No! I do have my regrets!" "But how much are regrets worth? Regret is one of the most common emotions humans feel. Could regret outweigh the billion-dollar contract that you've signed?

she whispered to herself. After a few blocks, the anger gave way to exhaustion. Her feet ached. The road stretched endlessly ahead. She sighed and muttered, “I’ll just get Cora to drive me back to the car.” That made sense. It made the walk feel like something temporary. But as the minutes passed, regret crept in. The air was colder now. Her hair whipped across her face. The pavement gleamed under the streetlights, still wet from the evening drizzle. Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to fight the chill.