Regretting Book Novels & Stories

Regret was a useless emotion. I knew that better than anyone. Regret changed nothing. It didn’t rewrite history. It didn’t fix damage. But standing there alone in the dim light of my office, I realized something terrifying. For the first time in years… I regretted something deeply. Not a business decision. Not a failed negotiation. Not an investment. Ciara. Losing her. Hurting her. And possibly losing seven years with my own son because I was too blind to see the truth back then.

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.”

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

"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.

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Bethany sighed, as if tired, but her voice remained firm. “If you move back in, you will not have my support.” “I’m not asking for it,” I replied. Another pause followed my response them Bethany muttered a colder voice, “You will regret this.” I inhaled then voiced skowly, “Maybe, maybe not.” “And if you do,” she added, “don’t come crying to me.” “I’ve never come crying to you,” I replied flatly.

"Apologize to Zacharias right now, or else I'm not going to marry you. I know your family's stronger than mine, but I still won't marry a snake!" The box had a beautiful cover, but the sharp edges cut my chin open. The people around us gasped, but none came forward. I touched my chin, and a sliver of red stained my palm. This woman was not the one I knew. Now, she looked more like the one I saw in my past life. The one who yelled at me because of Zacharias. My heart was growing colder for her. "I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do." "You're going to regret this." Rachel held Zacharias and left.

She… she really did it. With a flare of fury, I hurled my copy of the certificate into the trash. “Scarlett Taylor!” I roared, my voice shaking with rage. “Let’s see how long you can play it tough. You will regret this. I swear it.” Without even turning her head, she replied: “The only thing I regret in my life… was marrying you.” She flagged down a cab, got in, and disappeared without a single glance back. Cold. Sharp. Final.

He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left. He asked if I had any last wishes. I shook my head. I did not want to hold on to anything. Before I left, I looked back one last time and saw Janet at my grave. She put white flowers there and prayed with her hands together. I decided to drop a leaf on her shoulder. Janet looked up, and our eyes met. She could not see me, but she seemed to feel I was there and smiled. I smiled back, thankful, and then I walked away.

"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?