Regrets Novel Novels & Stories

It said something about regrets only coming from things you never tried. “Bull…shit,” I muttered, thinking immediately of bright pink cotton panties and the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. I definitely regretted trying that, regretted learning more about her and kissing her and watching her come apart in my arms. And most of all, I regretted getting close enough to her that she could hurt me. Down the hall, in the opposite direction as the nursery, I heard hushed, muffled voices. Needing to know how Aspen was doing, I inched that way and barely peered around the corner into Noel’s bedroom, hoping they didn’t spot me eavesdropping.

The better he treated her, the more it made her heart ache. “Naomi, look at me,” he said, gently tilting her face toward his. “Do you know what I regret the most after I went abroad?” Naomi blinked. “What?” "I regret not taking you with me. I regret not telling you I loved you before I left. But when you married someone else—that’s when the regret really hit me. I begged the gods for just one more chance. And so—" ***

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.

Everything was spotless. The shelves were dust-free. The bed was neatly arranged. Even the curtains looked freshly washed. A wave of emotion hit her chest. “They kept my room…” Her voice cracked slightly. They had taken care of it all these years. Even after she left them. Even after she chose Alexander over her own family. Regret washed over her suddenly. Hot and overwhelming. Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m so stupid…” she whispered. Just then— The bedroom door burst open. “AMELIA!”

"I was wrong, I know that. Just give me one more chance. Anna is dead. She didn't make it out of Level Three. There's no one left to come between us." I laughed, short and cold. "Rhett, you're the one who should never be forgiven. The truth is, you've never actually believed you did anything wrong. Give you another chance, and you'd make the same choices. You'd still go to that signing, and Ophelia would still die." He reached toward me, then let his hand drop. "Nora, I'm sorry. I regret everything." I looked up at the night sky and the stars scattered across it. "What is your regret worth, exactly? Can it give me back the years I lost? Can it give me back my daughter?"

~Elena~ The penthouse was quieter than the marble walls. Alexander's warning, "If you're lying to me, Elena, you'll regret it," was still ringing in my ears, each word slicing like a brand across my skin. The note was still crumpled in my hand as I stood motionless by the door. Everything could be blown apart by a single spark, just like a fuse. As if my own body were deceiving me, my chest rose and fell in irregular bursts.

That one word had never appeared in Gerard's dictionary, not even when he was being a punk, but now he was feeling it. He regretted it. He regretted everything that happened three years ago. He regretted following his grandfather’s order to divorce his beloved. He regretted putting an act with his childhood friend, Mia so that Ivy would agree to divorce him. But what was the point of regretting everything that had happened? It couldn't change the fact that he divorced her while she was pregnant with his child. It couldn't bring his beloved wife back from the dead. But oh, how he wished it could.

"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.

The words hit her hard. She stared at him. “Then why have you spent three years acting like I wasn't there?” Ethan went silent. Amelia immediately regretted asking. She looked down. “I'm sorry.” “No.” His voice was quiet. “Don't apologize.” She looked up. For several seconds, they simply stared at each other. Something had shifted. Something fragile. Amelia took a slow breath. “I need to tell you something.” Ethan's eyes remained on hers. “Okay.” Her heart pounded.

I was foolish to have strolled all the way to this street instead of stopping a cab the moment I was off work. Thinking about this now made me regret so much, not regretting that I let Mira take my car but regretting that I didn't remember the tales about criminals frolicking this area at night and also regretting that I didn't call someone to pick me from my office. I also regretted not being able to call anyone now as he'll probably break my phone. I can't even think about losing my phone as I have a lot of unsaved files in there so that option was a no. "Come on beautiful, where you running off to? Can't you see? We're all alone." The man mocked and as he talked, his fowl breath made my n