Regretting You Plot Novels & Stories

Sunlight sliced through the curtains. Alexander stirred first. He blinked, confused, then turned—and saw her. Melodie lay beside him, hair fanned out, eyes closed. Then it all came back. The garden. The kiss. The truth. The child. His body stiffened. --- Melodie’s eyes opened slowly. “You’re already regretting it.” “I...” He sat up. “Last night was real. But this morning...” Her voice was steady. “You want me to pretend it never happened.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she slowly traced the man's features with her eyes. She instantly recalled the confusing things she had done last night, and her dainty face turned red. 'Oh no! Everything's messed up...!' “What's wrong? Are you regretting it?” Zivon fixed his gaze on Xavia, afraid that she had only been swayed in the moment of pleasure last night. Xavia took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I regret it. So very much.” Zivon’s eyes dimmed at her words, but in the next second, she continued, “I regret leaving you and making you suffer. I also regret not coming back to you sooner.”

Not having the closer, living in hope to see them one day is similar to a living hell. “I regret everything I should have done for you, Ari. I regret the time we would have spent together. I regret not telling you how I feel about you, Mi Amore. Please, come back to me. I can’t do this anymore. It is killing me every day that I spend without you.” I whispered staring at her photos in my phone. I regret not taking a photo with her. She requested me with so much hope, I disappointed her.

I frowned, but then, I heard Lucas begging in a shaky voice, “I know I misunderstood you. I shouldn’t have said those things about regretting being with you. “You’ve done so much for me. How could you just stop loving me? I was wrong. Can you forgive me? Can we get back together? “You said we had a little boy, right? You’ve always wanted a child with me. Let’s have another one, please. I’m begging you—” I interrupted him coldly. “Let me make this clear. The moment I closed my eyes, I stopped loving you. “I already have a husband and a son. I don’t want anyone disrupting our happiness. “My biggest regret in my past life was marrying you and having your child. I hope you never contact me again

“What do you regret the most?” His gray eyes darkened. “You.” The single word sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I tightened my grip, pressing my fingers just enough to remind him that he wasn’t in control. “Be specific.” “I regret ignoring you,” he admitted, his voice rough. “Regret letting the pack treat you like nothing.” His breathing deepened. “Regret not realizing you were mine before it was too late.” A sharp laugh left my lips, bitter and raw. “Too late?” I echoed. “You think I’d have thrown myself at you if you had known sooner?” I leaned in, my lips hovering just above his ear. “You would have rejected me on sight.”

Sadness seeped into my bones, like a winter chill that hesitated to leave even in the warm weather of spring. My heart was heavy with regret as memories came crashing through. The memory of her begging me to reconsider and just postpone the party but I had stubbornly refused, disregarding her begs as flimsy complaints. That was how I killed that beautiful soul and miraculously turned out alive. I shut my eyes painfully to cloud the regret in my mind. "Look at me," I lamented aloud "My life isn't even the least bit perfect. Why did I have to survive?" an ache of regret tightened around my neck making me wish I could alter the course of my life.

Gregory's voice grew husky as he continued, "I've lived nearly 30 years without ever regretting a single decision. I always believed that every choice I made was the right one, but…" Anathea could sense what he was about to say next. Maybe it was the alcohol on his breath or the heat from his body, but a dull ache started pulsing in her temples. Gregory lowered his head, resting his chin against her neck. Anathea felt his warm breath slip beneath her collar as he murmured, "I regret it." Her heart skipped a beat, then stumbled into an unsteady rhythm, faltering in her chest. Gregory continued, "I regret letting you go. I never wanted to trap you, but I do regret signing those divorce papers.

Chester suddenly asked with a low voice. “What’s the point of regretting it?” Charity raised her head and looked at him. “In that case, I regret coming to Canberra back then. I regret knowing you, Shaun, and the rest. I regret falling in love with you. However, nothing can turn back time. If you still feel upset and dissatisfied, please endure it.” “Suppress?” Chester suddenly clenched his fists. “I tried to endure it, but I’m afraid I’ll go mad.”

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

“Revenge? For what? It’s pretty clear you’re the one who messed up, Alex. If anything, you should be trying to get closer to her and make things right, not push her further away. What kind of revenge are you even talking about?” Alex hesitated, then said, “I thought she moved on. She had a kid with someone else, and she’s been going on dates. I guess… jealousy got the better of me.” Greg let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Your ego is going to destroy you if you don’t learn to control it. Not every thought that pops into your head is a good one, Alex. So, what changed your mind? Why the sudden regret?” “I saw her son today,” Alex said quietly.