Regrets Novel Novels & Stories

"Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I regret so much. "But what I don't regret is every instant I spent with you. I don't regret a single moment of your sardonic wit, even when it was at my expense. You made me laugh so much and be so happy with our life together, even when we argued. I don't even regret a single tear I shed with you before today.

“I regret holding back on everything I wanted to say and do with you, Daniel. I regret letting all those years pass us without enjoying your love or experiencing all the things you promised to give me and do for me. Yes, I regret not cuddling you at night and all those moments when I pushed you away even though I wanted you to be beside me. I regret that I rejected the flowers you sent me and the teddy bears and I feel like having you back right now so you could do them for them for me again. “I missed your warm touch and how you make me feel, and I feel like removing your trouser and having you fuck me here and now. I regret not sharing my sex fantasies with you or trying them with you. I f

“What favor” “I have made mistakes all my life and you see in here, I have learnt from all my mistakes. I was a terrible wife and was a terrible mother, I regret all my actions. I regret causing the death of my own husband who loved me so much and wanted nothing else but to see me change and be some his dear wife, I regret not putting Oliver who was greatly affected by everything I did into consideration. I regret running out of the country with drugs instead of staying behind and making changes. I regret doing something that made me end up in prison. I regret being the person I was, every single day I regret everything, every single day I which I could turn back the hands of time and correc

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

“If there’s anything I’ve been to you, to this marriage, it’s being loyal. I poured my everything into us, into making sure this marriage worked, into making sure we got our happily ever after like we wanted. But it’s so unfortunate that it’s been cut short. Do I regret falling in love with you? No, I don’t. Do I regret marrying you? No, I don’t. Do I regret thinking about spending forever with you? Of course not. But I regret shrinking myself and deluding myself into thinking that I needed to give you more time, into thinking that maybe you’d come around eventually. I regret giving my all to someone who clearly never deserved it. To someone who doesn’t even know what he wants. To someone wh

It had once turned into a nightmare, leaving a trail of broken hearts and shattered dreams in its wake. Adrian starts crying and regrets what a big mistake he has made. He realizes that with his own hands, he killed the girl who truly loved him and killed his own baby, who was not even born yet. The pain of killing his own baby makes him look at Bella, and Bella’s words echo in his ears: "You will regret it."

Fijii laughed. I sip on the wine. My one year exploration has resulted to a great one. "So what's it called then?" "Vino E Rimpianto" Wine and Regret in italian language. While you are sipping on it, I am also asking myself the what ifs and also did you really love me on that months VJ.

He watched her from across the room, the space between them feeling vast and unbridgeable, the regret a heavy stone sinking in his gut, pulling him down into a dark,su#ocating despair. gut. Every careless word, every unanswered call, every time he'd chosen his own stubborn pride over her soft, forgiving eyes replayed in his mind like a broken record.He remembered the curve of her smile the !rst time he'd told her she was beautiful, the way her hand !t perfectly in his, the trust that used to shine in her eyes likesunlight on a clear lake. He'd shattered it, piece by piece, and now stood amidst the ruins, desperate to rebuild but paralyzed by his own failures. He yearned to rewind, torewrite

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

I said to Isabella. “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.” “Me neither.” I invited myself and joined her at the kitchen island. She didn’t say a word after to acknowledge my presence. “Do you regret it?” I asked. “Regret what?” “Agreeing to move here.” “No.” She shook her head. “I think maybe it’s for the best. For Theo.” “Right. For Theo.” I sighed. “What about you?” “What about me?” She took a sip from her mug.