Resent Reject Regret Novels & Stories

"Every touch of mine tonight, every breath I take near you, isn't because of that damn drug. It's because my entire soul and body realize that you are the only woman I want. You are the only one who fills every corner of my heart that was once dead." Aria pulled her hand away slowly yet firmly from his hold. She adjusted her clothes and sat upright on the sofa. Her eyes stared straight ahead, avoiding the gaze of the man now kneeling beneath her. His words of regret sounded deeply sincere, heavy with the weight of pain. Yet the agonizing pain of past rejection and betrayal was far too deep to be cleansed by late tears and delayed remorse. "Your regret can never turn back time, Mr. Lucas," Ar

Unlike me, an orphan with a runt of a wolf. Her pleasurable moans were like the hissing of a snake, squeezing into my mind in the split second it took me to refuse the mindlink. I bet that gave them a good laugh. I rejected Orion last week, after the “accident” in the snow mountain. Well, I tried to.

"I made a terrible mistake and I have carried it every day since. Doesn't that count for something? Doesn't genuine regret earn anything at all?" "Regret is not consequence," I said. "You don't get to feel badly about something and present that feeling as payment for what it cost. That's not how any of this works." "Then tell me what does work." Her voice cracked slightly. “Tell me what I would have to do. Because I came back here, Draven. I came back knowing exactly how you'd receive me, knowing it would be like this, and I came back anyway." She shook her head slightly. "Does that mean nothing to you? That I came back?"

Again, I didn’t swing back. Because he isn’t entirely wrong. I did push the rejection idea harder than I should have. I convinced him it would give him control. That it would make him gain freedom from his father. That Jayden wouldn’t get hurt as much as he thought. And maybe I underestimated myself. “Are you done?” Jane asked coldly. Sammy stepped back finally, breathing hard. I straightened up and met his eyes properly this time. “You think I don’t regret it?” I asked quietly. I regret everything I did that day because it fucking back fired.

We can be happy again. I swiftly pulled my hand out of his grasp, my voice as cold as ice. "Be happy? Graham, we were over the moment you handed my son over to Cassidy just to please her. "I don't want to spend my life with someone so fickle. If you want me to forgive you, then you need to cut all ties with Cassidy. Completely." I could see the hesitation flicker across Graham's face, exactly what I had expected. I let out a quiet, derisive laugh.

, he stated firmly, with a tone of finality. A murmur rippled through the crowd, and Diego's lawyers exchanged uneasy glances beside him. Rachel Patel smacked her forehead, her eyes drifting shut in utter disappointment. The soft glow of the LED lights above seemed to intensify, casting a stark light on the unfolding drama. “Don't misunderstand me, I understand the gravity of my actions and the consequences that follow. But I will not renounce my love for Freya. We are committed to each other, and our relationship is built on mutual respect and trust. We've known each other for years, and I do not appreciate the fact that it has been made to look like I'm viciously taking another man's wife.

Two weeks passed like a blur, anxiety crippled Pamala. There were no other letters or threat. Whoever it was must have been bluffing, it was a silly trick. She didn't dwell too much on it. She was anxious about stepping outside, now the news of her Rejection had spread like wildfire she didn't want to people people throwing her looks of mockery or pity anywhere she went to, so she didn't go out at all. But it would be good to find a job and support her parents now that her hope for a mate was crushed. It was hard living, she felt like a shell. It hadn't gotten better but she was learning to cope with the pain.

“This place ceased to be my home a long time ago, Connor. I don’t belong here anymore.” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue, but then he sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “I was a stupid boy back then. Rejecting you was the biggest regret of my life. Every day, I live with the consequences of my mistake.” His voice dropped lower, laced with desperation. “But I won’t stop trying, Ivy. I won’t stop until I win you back.” I exhaled deeply, exhaustion pressing down on me. “You can’t fix what’s already broken.”

The people crying the hardest had regret values between 90% and 100%. My dad? His regret valu[e flickered between 50% and 60%. Even Chad and Peggy landed somewhere in the 30% to 40% range. Then I looked at my mom. Her regret value was a flat 0.

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash