Regrets Novel Novels & Stories

Fear and regret gnawed at his insides. There were only a couple of times he had felt this. Regret was never in his dictionary. He never regretted doing anything, perhaps he has never done such a thing that would lead him to feel regression. He has always been calm and a deep thinker with strong sentiments. For the first time in his life. He regretted leaving her alone knowing fully well her life was in danger. If anything happens to her, he would never forgive himself.

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.

"Currently? Is this 'bad memory' of yours a person?" "Yeah." The biggest regret of his life, actually. The sweetest, most aggravating, and definitely the most infinitely complicated part of his past. "My ex-wife." END OF BOOK TWO: HUNTING HER JEWEL

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

"Are you sure? What if you regret it later?" "Regret?" The word made me laugh. Not a joyful laugh—just a hollow one. "I’ve had enough regrets. I regretted being born into that family. I regretted being born human in a world filled with werewolves. I regretted meeting Alessandro. How many more regrets can I possibly carry?"

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

He said and his grip on my hands loosened a bit. “I agree that it took me a long time to stop being an asshole, a godless crook. It took me a long time to realize that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. But now that I’ve finally realized it…” He let go of my hands and slowly went down on his knees. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was doing and then I noticed his eyes were misty. He was about to cry. “… I want you to know that I regret ever rejecting you.” He said. “I regret ever neglecting your love. I regret ever yelling at you and tormenting you.” He was already shedding tears now and seeing him this way touched me in a deep way.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Otherwise, I was almost not even known by the workers so my word holds no value. The only person who could stop them was out of the country and that person was grandpa Howard. The lights of the theatre came on and I could feel the needle injected in me. I thought about the baby in my womb, “I'm sorry baby, I am such a useless mother, I couldn't even protect you”. If there is anything like a second chance, I promise myself never to fall in love so easily because right now, all I could feel was regret at loving the wrong man.

Gregory's voice grew husky as he continued, "I've lived nearly 30 years without ever regretting a single decision. I always believed that every choice I made was the right one, but…" Anathea could sense what he was about to say next. Maybe it was the alcohol on his breath or the heat from his body, but a dull ache started pulsing in her temples. Gregory lowered his head, resting his chin against her neck. Anathea felt his warm breath slip beneath her collar as he murmured, "I regret it." Her heart skipped a beat, then stumbled into an unsteady rhythm, faltering in her chest. Gregory continued, "I regret letting you go. I never wanted to trap you, but I do regret signing those divorce papers.