Resent Reject Regret Novels & Stories

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise 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 compos

"All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling." -Blaise Pascal- "You know you're very lucky your mate has gone beyond to show you that he regrets everything and that he is and has changed for you. Hardly anyone does that. I know rejection hurts but know in the end your choice today won't make you live with regret." "I know" she reassure Cameron who stood beside Carla before breathing and taking the bouquet from her and smile. She should have cancelled the wedding but it was too late to turn back now. She hates her wolf for not helping her when she needed her. So this was her punishment and even hers.

he uttered, his voice trembling with profound regret, "I am deeply sorry, but I truly believed that I had no other course of action. I did what I thought was right." Reina's anger burned with an intensity akin to an unquenchable inferno, refusing to be extinguished by her father's remorseful words. Her eyes blazed with an unrelenting fury, her voice laced with a potent mix of indignation and resentment. "Sorry?" she spat, her words laced with a venomous disdain. "After all this time, you dare to offer your apology? Where was your remorse when you planted the seed of stealing the imprinting moment within my mind? You knew what I have dreamed and exploited it! Destroying it!"

From the look in his eyes, the man looked like he was in pain. Sadness, anger, disappointment all mixed together. Raga was disappointed to know Yasmin regretted what they did last night. The man did not know what was wrong and lacking from him until Yasmin regretted what had happened between the two of them. "Yasmin. I don't know why you reject me so much. I've tried to give you my best but you never saw it. Now I ask you, do you regret what we did? Do you regret giving your body to me, your own husband? Why? Am I so dirty to you that you regret it? Am I so undeserving that you regret it? Why, Yasmin?"

Not guilt, not regret. Just different.

Not our divorce. His regret.

I told him, facing him again. “I really hope you don't regret this someday, because once this mate bond between us is broken, it can never be amended again,” he told me. “Yes, I will be the one to regret it and not you, so just accept my rejection,” I responded to him. “Okay, fine.” He paused to catch his breath before staring at me again. “I, Eric Raymond, accept your rejection,” he finally accepts it. Immediately I could feel my bones cracking inside of me, and though it was kind of painful, I knew I would be fine.

The statement immediately captured her attention. Because regret had shaped so much of their lives. Adrian continued. “For years I regretted losing control.” A pause. “Then I regretted being wrong.” Another pause. His expression softened. “Now I regret wasting time.” The honesty felt profound. Because it reached the heart of everything. Time. The one thing nobody could recover. The one thing nobody could replace. Years lost. Conversations missed. Memories never created. Interesting. Very interesting. Ava understood exactly what he meant.

I say. "Someone can feel bad about hurting you and still hurt you," he says. "Regret and pattern change are different things." "I know," I say. "You've been through ten months of documented harm," he says. "The accident. The studio. The photographs. The Forbes piece. Things that would disqualify most people from a second conversation." He looks at me directly. "I'm not saying his feelings aren't real. I'm saying real feelings don't automatically change what happened."

While marching past me, she said icily, “Just make sure you don’t regret this. I don’t give second chances.” “Okay.” I nodded. With my back straight, I walked into the night.