Resent Reject Regret Novels & Stories

I took a few steps away from him, shaking my head in disapproval, and not thinking that I was saying the words out loud. “What was wrong?” He asked me, walking towards me. One step he takes towards me, one step I take back away from him. Scared of doing something, I would regret later. Regret is the last thing that comes to my mind when it is the one thing I badly want to do. I’m mostly afraid because I don’t think I would regret it at all, which is bad. Really bad. “Tell me, Grace.” He said, his expression unreadable. “What was wrong?” He asked me again.

"I think he finally did." I nodded slowly. "Too late doesn't mean nothing," I said. "It just means too late." He looked at me. "My mother used to say regret was just understanding arriving after the invoice," I said. "You still pay. You just don't get what you paid for." "She sounds like someone worth knowing." "She is." I paused. "I keep using the present tense and then remembering I haven't seen her yet." I looked at my hands. "I know she's there. I know she's waiting. I just—"

The servant led her back inside while he remained outside, his face tightened back into the same hard mask. "REGRET". The word whispered inside his mind. A bitter laugh caught in his chest. Not yet.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

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.