Regrets Novel Novels & Stories

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

I heard it when I was seven years old when I saw the first dead person I'd ever seen: eyes open, blood pooling on the barn floor. In my profession, regret is easy to come by. They piled up, each sapping a man's resolve. I don't have many regrets; until now, I only had one following me. I regretted Dianna when she married my uncle Vincent. Recently, and more than that, I regret signing for Gallena. I want her twin. On my bed. Stick on the wall. Kneel.

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye, guilt and regret filling his grey orbs. “What can I do to make you come back to me?”

"What makes you think I'd stay in one place waiting for you forever? "What if another guy who looks like Xavier shows up? Are you going to relive your regret and put on the same act again?" Upon hearing that, she lowered her head. After a long while, she asked, "So, you really don't love me anymore?" I paused, turning to look out the window. When one experienced disappointment again and again, they just couldn't love anymore. "No, I don't," I answered. The moment I said that, she finally deflated. "Fine. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."

I had walked away from the villa without looking back even though my heart shattered the moment the ink dried. Nathan had delivered the news in the worst way possible. I was sad, angry, and embarrassed by what had happened. He had made up his mind before we arrived. Our “romantic getaway” had been nothing but a plan to humiliate me in front of his colleagues and business associates. I could feel his eyes watching me. Waiting for an outburst, a reaction from me. I had given him everything except my dignity and I intend to keep it that way. “Do you regret it?” He asked, finally breaking the silence

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

The one who wanted to own me, and who couldn't stand seeing me happy without him. The man I'd spoken to today wasn't that man. He was something else, and one I wasn't ready to name. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out into the lobby. "Regret," I whispered, the right word suddenly coming to me. Regret was far more dangerous than hatred. Hatred was easy to walk away from. I'd walked away from hatred a thousand times. But regret had a way of making you look back. I looked toward the elevators, toward the man I'd spent two years trying to forget, and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, forgetting him wasn't possible.

She should not have opened it, she knew that much immediately, because the moment she read it, the distance she had just created between them inside that room felt like it meant nothing, like all the effort she had put into keeping things controlled and simple had been undone in a second, and even though she had already walked away from him physically, something about that message pulled her right back into the same space mentally in a way she was not prepared for. For a brief moment, she considered deleting it without replying, because that would have been the easiest option and the one that made the most sense, just remove it, pretend she never saw it, and keep moving the way she had plann

I think, even if I stare at her face until the time I die, I will never get tired of doing it over and over again. "I love you, Pennelope," I whispered, pulling her body to mine even more, even though I was already clinging on to her. She was using my right hand as her pillow while my left hand was caressing her face softly. Sometimes, I will run my left hand over her body. Both my legs are locking her, ensuring that she will not get out of my hold whatever she does. Did I regret what I did in the past? Yes. So much. However, if I were to be given a chance to go back in time, would I change all the things I did and sacrificed?