Regretted Novels & Stories

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away. I did not look back or hold on. I was like a quiet breeze, gone from this world.

"Please, Lyla. I am nothing without you." I gently took a step back, placing an insurmountable distance between us. "No, Lucian," I replied, my voice firm and immutable as the mountains around us. "You brought the storm that broke her. I will not bring that storm back into her memory. My love for Jenna lives here, untouched by your regret." I looked into his eyes one last time, offering neither forgiveness nor curse. "Return to your road, Lucian. Live with what you have done. But leave us be."

He ran and ran, and he never got any closer. Then, at the edge of the territory, right at the border, he stopped. He couldn't go any further. He'd made the Alpha command himself. Let her go. He stood in the middle of the road under the moonlight and threw his head back and howled one last time. Then he fell to the ground and didn't get back up. I turned around and put both hands on my stomach and closed my eyes. "I'm sorry, baby," I whispered. "I'm so sorry." That was the last time I saw Lucien Blackwood for five years.

My dad had been conned by three women in his lifetime. The first broke his heart. The second left him bankrupt. The third got him killed. The day I buried him, I swore I would never make the same mistakes he had. When Eloise Russell asked whether I was interested in becoming her kept man, I pulled out a contract and started negotiating my price. One of her best friends laughed and said, "Traditional gold diggers pretend they don't care about money. They play hard to get so they can squeeze out more later. The new generation just puts a price tag on themselves right away. Now that's smart." I ignored the sarcasm in her voice and focused on calculating how long it would take me to save en

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

My voice cracked with anger, and I had to take a deep breath before I could continue because I could feel years of buried resentment rising to the surface. “Years ago, you chose another man because he could give you something I couldn’t, and I spent years wondering what was wrong with me before I finally convinced myself that I had moved past it. Then you came back into my life, and I thought maybe you had finally understood what you’d thrown away. I thought you regretted hurting me, and I was foolish enough to believe that we could have another chance.” My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles ached, but I barely noticed because the words pouri

】 【THE INTERNET SUBMITS THE MOB! I stood up straight, my posture rigid. "I am sorry that my rigid posture caused me to lose sight of the traditional heritage we are supposed to honor," I announced, my voice carrying a flawless layer of profound remorse. "And I am deeply sorry that my mismanagement allowed such toxic publicity to stain our family name." "For those failures," I said, locking eyes with the front row, "you have my apologies." A scattered applause broke out, shaky at first, before spreading across the floor. Marco jumped to his feet, cheering. "That's our Boss! She respects the rank-and-file!" A dozen other warehouse workers joined the shouting. "Respect, Boss!"

It was depressing to keep on remembering what I'd put my family through just because of how unsatisfied I was. Regret played in my head like a haunting memory. It played endlessly in my head. If I could I would certainly turn back the hands of time. The heart wrenching aftermath of my actions echoed through every fiber of my being. A constant ache that refused to subside. I longed for a chance to forgive myself...but I could I forgive myself if I couldn't mend the bridges burned? Fate seemed to be playing tricks with me these days, stealing opportunities that would only leave me with a bittersweet taste of remorse. My family now lived in my memories and it was all my fault...a painful void I

But I resolved to face it head-on, determined to find a way to rectify the damage I had done and seek redemption for my missteps. Regret lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the choices I had made and the consequences I now had to face. It was a harsh lesson, one that left me humbled and chastened. But I refused to let regret define me. Instead, I would use it as a catalyst for growth and change, vowing to learn from my mistakes and strive for a better future.