Regrets Novel Novels & Stories

But they were not the same regrets that attacked me as when I had had to sleep with my previous partners. Nor were they the kinds of regrets that attacked the heroine of those drama novels like: You're stupid, Olivia, you are crazy, Olivia, the guy probably was cheating on his wife and you fell for it, Olivia. No, none of that, they were more like: Idiot, Olivia! You didn't even ask him for his name, Olivia! He had offered you his phone number and you didn't even write down your bra size for him, Olivia! Those were my regrets.

That night Anita moved into a small apartment belonging to a friend. She sat alone on the bed staring at her phone. Her mind replayed everything that had happened recently. Grace. Johnny. Jackson. Her life suddenly felt like it was slipping out of control. She closed her eyes slowly. And somewhere deep inside her heart… A feeling she had tried to ignore began to grow again. Regret. Meanwhile across town… Grace and Johnny arrived home laughing about Clara’s comment. But neither of them realized that the fragile peace around them was slowly building toward another storm.

Then stopped. Folded the paper. Unfolded it. Reread the words. They felt wrong. Too little. Too late. He tore the page neatly in half and dropped it into the bin. That became a pattern. Letters started and destroyed. Apologies formed and abandoned. Promises he no longer had the right to make. In the silence of his cell, James began to understand something that had eluded him for years: regret is not loud. It does not scream. It sits with you. Patient. Unforgiving.

[ IN WHICH SHE IS FOOLISH OR MIGHT HAVE COMPLETELY LOST HER MIND ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — If my hours spent with Jacqueline has taught me one thing, it is that — 'do not live your life with regrets'. Regrets eat you up, slowly. They devour you. They diminish you and shatter your whole being. So, I promise to live without regrets. Honestly, Jacqueline's situation isn't so different from mine. With each decision I make, I feel like I am self-destructing, leading myself closer and closer to my death.

But, like always, my world had something else in store for me—a man who despises my existence and the thought of being the father of my child. You know, Jace, every chance I get to be alone, all that runs through my mind is regret. I regret the day you walked into the lounge. I regret pouring you that drink. I regret standing still to listen to you that night. I regret knocking on your hotel room door. I regret the way my body betrayed me the moment I walked in. I wish I never felt your touch… never heard your voice. I wish we never met— that our paths had never crossed in that fleeting moment.”

Gazing at them with warmth, he reminisced. "Youth is truly wonderful. There are still so many things you can do, and even regrets can be mended. Seeing you two brings me back to my younger days. I, too, once invited the person I loved to admire the flowers. Alas, we ended up parting ways because of a misunderstanding. Now, when I think back, my heart aches with regret. A regret that can never be undone," the flower farmer murmured to himself, offering them a bittersweet smile before strolling away. Kisa cast her eyes downward, the haunting word 'regret' echoing relentlessly in her mind.

"If this is truly your decision, then I will respect it. Remember this. No matter what happens, this will always be your home." Tears spilled over. I wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, my Lady." As long as I severed all ties with Caspian, the tragedy of my previous life would not repeat itself. He would live long, and Valdrin and Derya would never fall into despair or hate me so deeply. This life would end well for everyone. The second regret written in Caspian's journal, his regret at failing to resist his parents' arrangement, should count as resolved as well. Should it not?

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.