Resent Reject Regret Novels & Stories

He climbs slowly to his feet, grunting as he stretches out his back, before reaching down to pick up my plate. “Do you ever regret it?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m not even sure what I want to know. Regret life? Regret logging? He seems to understand what I mean though, as he smiles gently. “Nothing in life is ever worth regretting. You see, Lena, regret is like mold. You can scrub and scrub until it’s out of sight, but it always comes back if you let things get damp again. So, I try not to let life get damp.”

"What right do you have to take something that belongs to me without asking, Noel Chilton? How dare you destroy it, Sophie Taylor! Don't you know the meaning of respect?!" Noel's good mood was destroyed when he saw Stella break down because of the ring. His tone was filled with annoyance. "You were going to give me the ring anyway. Why are you making a fuss over it? "By the way, I've decided not to hold a wedding. It's pointless for you to design a wedding ring. Stop wasting your time." Stella clenched her fists at his nonchalant arrogance. She emphasized once more, "That wedding ring wasn't meant for you, Noel Chilton!"

I answered, my voice just as firm as his. "Yes, but you also might not lose anything." "You can't be sure about that." "Just as you can't be sure that you will lose everything." Shawn's eyes became soft, and so was his voice. "There are a lot of things that we can't be sure of, Shawn. But there's one thing I am sure of that you'll feel if you let this go, and that is regret. You will definitely regret it if you don't do anything to fix what Shawn and you have. And I am telling you now, that regret won't be easy to dissipate. It will be with you for the rest of your life. Can you live all your life filled with regret?"

“Let it.” XENIA’S POV This table is not polished. It is not perfect. But it is mine. And sometimes that is all you need to start again. XENIA’S POV This table is not polished. It is not perfect. But it is mine. And sometimes, that is all you need to start again.

"What? That's impossible. How did you know, Dad?" "They sent the response through our company email. Regina, your time is running out. Remember to keep your promises!" Mr. Tan threw a document at Regina before leaving the room. Her secretary smiled satisfactorily, witnessing Regina's downfall. Alone, Regina read the rejection letter. Her hand clenched tightly. She felt frustrated. It wasn't the first time she faced rejection like this, but this consecutive failure was crushing her hopes. Regina looked at her phone in her hand. "Should I do this?" Doubt clouded her mind.

Showing fake affections and concerns. James stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Liam for a moment before he dipped his hands into his pant pockets. I stood still, lost for words, unsure of what to say or do. I wasn’t ready for any more pain, but at that moment, I wanted James to teach Liam the lesson he so deserved. He had chosen to remain stubborn despite the countless warnings to stay the heck away from us. Setting my eyes on him alone, reignited the fire of that dreadful night in Italy, bringing it all back to my heart. And it had all happened because of him; because of his negligence and foolish actions that had driven me out of the city that day.

Olive explained hoarsely. Lyyana let out a sigh. She also regretted why her mother didn't receive better treatment until she passed away just like that. "If we talk about regret, it's not just Uncle and Aunt. Lyyana regrets not being able to provide the best treatment for Mom, letting Mom marry that jerk, causing Mom's shop to go bankrupt because of that jerk's debt, selling our childhood home, and many more regrets Lyyana has. But..." Lyyana paused, looking at each of them one by one. "Regret comes at the end. We shouldn't be trapped in that regret. It's better for us to start a new life now and consider yesterday's events as life experiences and memories."

And now I rejected mine, would the moon goddess ever forgive me? “Raymond, I swear, I didn’t think it through.” I had to confess. His eyes narrowed at me. “You mean, you regret your rejection?” he asked. But I knew I couldn’t take it back. She had accepted it and the moon had risen already. It was the night of that day. “Yes, I think I regret it but it has already been said. I am sure she would be given a better man than I am.” Raymond took a step towards me. “Chris,” he called, “If you regret it and didn’t think through, why ever did you open your mouth to say it?”

This was genuine. She knew the difference. "I believe you mean that," she said. He looked at her, searching her face for what came after it. "And it changes absolutely nothing," she said. She said it without heat. Without coldness. With the simple, clear evenness of a statement of fact about the nature of things, which was that meaning something did not retroactively alter what had been, and that genuine regret was its own complete thing, valuable in itself, and not a mechanism for undoing consequences.

My father would have made that choice without hesitation. But Kael was howling, tearing at my insides, demanding I run to her “now”. And beneath my wolf's rage, I felt something else, something I'd been trying to ignore for months. Regret. Bone-deep, soul-crushing regret for every word I'd spoken during that rejection. For the look in her eyes when I'd called her a mistake. For the way she'd crumpled, her scent turning to ash and grief. I'd broken her to protect her.