Regrets Novel Novels & Stories

I wanted to run, to disappear, but my body moved slowly, as though caught in invisible chains. The phone on the nightstand lit up, its screen flashing with alerts. At first, I ignored it. I did not want to know. I did not want to see. But curiosity, cruel and relentless, pulled me toward it. My fingers curled around the device, and with a single swipe the headlines bloomed before my eyes. And I broke all over again. Gold Digger or Mistress? Socialite’s New Life Sparks Outrage. From Divorce to Disaster: Ava Reynolds Clings to Another Powerful Man.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

“ 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

No one showed pity for those three people. Stella had been watching this quietly. She took a few sips of tea, and a cold look flashed across her eyes. This happened in her past life too. However, it was before she got married, and Eric had been out of the country. Noel did not stand by her side but barged into the old mansion with the Taylors. Old Mr. Chilton's heart softened after listening to the Taylors crying. He berated Noel's parents. Even though Noel's parents apologized, they found a new reason to kick out the Taylors not long after they returned home.

Regret washes over his face, etching lines of sorrow and remorse. "You're right, Nora. You were never meant to be caught in the crossfire of our rivalry," Jay admits, his voice filled with regret. "I should have protected you, shielded you from the pain and the choices that were forced upon you." Nora gazes at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. The regret in Jay's expression mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart. "I never wanted any of this," Nora whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never wanted to be a pawn in your family's feud. I just wanted to live my own life, make my own choices."

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

I didn’t want that. I started running towards the attic. I knew everything I did was ruining the plan I set for my goal but she was right; he hasn’t enough time left and I truly wanted to share memories with him. Regrets only exist to show us an alternate of our choices. What if I regretted not sharing enough time with him, not having enough memories to remember him by, getting drunk on his scent again would be refreshing.

Now, I felt only ice. "Take your hand off me," I said softly, "before I make you regret that, too." He didn't let go. "I made a mistake. I was wrong. Just—let's talk." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Talk?" I leaned in, close enough that he could smell my perfume—something expensive and foreign. "You should have thought about talking before you signed those papers, Julian. Now? I don't want your words. I want your empire."

Hi my lovely readers, Sorry for the late update. There won't be a new chapter for "His Regret" today. I'll be back tomorrow to continue Lydia and Cale's story. Don't miss out! Thank you, Canis

I keep my calm, my hand fidgeting and his body halted at its place. “What?” His eyes sparkled, “if I---I had shown some courage, w---would you have been mine?” Regret flowing through his face. “There’s always a point in our life, where we regret the decision we made, and holding on to those regrets is what causes you pain. So, let go, Mr. Draven.” The look on his face shook my insides, if I had noticed his presence earlier, I wouldn’t be in this situation, would I?