Regretted Novels & Stories

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself, but I realize now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think, but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my comp

“Sora. I’m sorry. That was…wasn't meant to happen. It was a mistake.” There it was. The regret.

After she was intimate with her husband, Derrick Gladwin, Celine Clarkson headed to the bathroom to clean up. Then the closet door swung open. Jenny Dlay—Celine's best friend—popped out, laughing like crazy. "Wow, Cece. You act all innocent, but you still make that face when things get good? I'm dead." Jenny rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, mocking the way Celine had bitten her lip and trembled. Celine went pale and froze. Jenny didn't care. She strutted over, went up on her toes, and hooked an arm around Derrick's neck, her nails brushing through his Adam's apple. "Okay, Ricky. Didn't know you had that in you. You seriously wore her out." She smirked. "Almost feel bad for he

He recalled on the memories of their time together, the moments of joy and laughter that now seemed distant and unattainable. Regret washed over him like the sea wave, as he acknowledged the pain he had caused Nora, the turmoil he had subjected her to and the use of power on her most times. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite the chapters of their lives, and correct the mistakes that had led them to this moment.

He paused, his gaze briefly dropping to the ground, as if lost in introspection. "However," he continued, his voice heavy with self-reproach, "it appears that I have fallen short in the task assigned to me. If I had been more stringent, more vigilant, perhaps this disastrous situation could have been averted from the very beginning." With a deep exhale, he released some of the burden of remorse that had weighed upon his shoulders, now confronting the regret that colored some of his life choices. “However, I seem to fail in the task assigned to me. Had I been a bit strict and vigilant this fiasco wouldn’t have happened in the first place.” He let out a heavy breath, regretting some of his lif

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.

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. B

"Am sorry my son ,I just wanted the best for you but instead I ended up ruining everything , please find it in your tiny heart to forgive mom ok ,the chances of me being with you are so slim that I have lost all hope ,but somehow I feel you will never be alone. "I am full of regret as I talk to you now ,I have no idea when next I would have the chance to even hold you ,I shouldn't have returned ,we would have lived our best life in another country ,we would have become best of friends , now they are just mere fantasies . "Am really sorry my child ,I am so sorry ,I cried with the excess pain I felt in my heart ,I was filled with nothing but regret . "I hope you find it in your heart to forgiv

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

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.