Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret Novels & Stories

After she was intimate with her husband, Derrick Gladwin, Celine Clarkson headed to the bathroom to clean up. Then the closet door swung open. Jenny Dlay—Celine's best friend—popped out, laughing like crazy. "Wow, Cece. You act all innocent, but you still make that face when things get good? I'm dead." Jenny rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, mocking the way Celine had bitten her lip and trembled. Celine went pale and froze. Jenny didn't care. She strutted over, went up on her toes, and hooked an arm around Derrick's neck, her nails brushing through his Adam's apple. "Okay, Ricky. Didn't know you had that in you. You seriously wore her out." She smirked. "Almost feel bad for he

I couldn’t abandon my father’s legacy, but I also couldn’t let down the one person that’s ever shown me, love, even when I didn’t deserve it. “I have a lot riding on this decision, if I resign or rather step down, I risk losing my father’s legacy. If I don’t, I stand to lose way more than that, more than I’d like to admit. I always thought keeping people happy was the only way to avoid conflict, but I had no idea what made them happy. A lot has changed since my father passed and I promised to keep his legacy going, but at this point, I’m starting to realise that his legacy was built on the wrong foundations. To cut my speech short, I, Xander James Forsythe, hereby publicly step down as the P

Miller backed down, and I wanted to laugh at the sight of it. If only his precious Mora could see him right now. She would hate that I was the one mated to a mouth-watering Lycan king. He made Miller look like even more of a pathetic scoundrel than I had ever imagined him to be. I felt nothing. No pain. No guilt. No regret. “Isla, I am sorry. Sorry for everything, but it is out of my hands now.” He said, getting into the car and driving off without much of a goodbye look.

"How have you been lately? Are you doing okay?” His concern made my tears fall uncontrollably. “Katherine, what’s wrong? Let me help.” I choked out the story of Lena's death. I thought I was just venting my emotions, but Steve’s expression turned grim. After a moment of silence, he said, “Lena’s crystal is missing. This doesn’t seem like an accident. We need to find the truth—she can’t just die without an explanation.” His words hit like a thunderclap. Lena’s death had left me in unbearable pain, drowning in grief, unable to think clearly. I had never considered that her death might not be as simple as it seemed.

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…"

“Jeremy’s done—eight days out, a wreck in more ways than one. Join me, secure Italy, before he pulls you down with him.” She turned, deliberate, her hazel eyes blazing, her posture rigid with defiance. “I don’t betray my own,” she snapped, voice clear, cutting, “not when he’s fighting, not when he’s breathing.” The President’s lips twitched, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and he sipped the grappa, letting the burn settle before replying. “Fighting?” he said, soft, laced with scorn, “he’s a shadow, cousin—Italy sees a man who crashed and bled, not a leader. The whispers are growing—join me, or drown in his wake.”

He’s not numb to not feel their dagger-like-stares behind his back and in front of him. “Did your knees gave out?” his dark eyes survey her, reaching out his hand to her despite the warning stares around him. Seeing the numerous death gazes over them, Hillary shook her head, “I can manage,” she’s not in the mood for formalities as she’s troubled with too much distress. “It’s good to see your bare face,” the man stayed for a few seconds to stare and memorize her face before he quickly turns around and leave. It was just a second, but Mark Zheng was beyond bewildered he clearly saw the disappointment inside the man’s pitiful eyes when the President rejected his offer.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

"Now, you are talking* Vanter replied as Diego frowned his lips in disgust. He could practically hear the latter licking his lips in excitement. *I want to write a letter to resignation right now at this minute. You will no longer be the President and Chairman of the Rodriguez Corporations and you will be recommending me as the next President* Vanter replied as Diego froze before bursting into laughter. "Are you crazy? Do you have any idea of what you are talking about?" Diego asked. I know exactly what I am talking about, the latter yelled into his ears so if you want your wife to live, get on with it. "Grandpa would never approve of this"

“You must be so lonely out there on your own, Elena. Let me come keep you company. I want to tell you I'm sorry, to your face.” Without a moment's hesitation he drew it across. Blood sprayed, and he died with his arms wrapped around Elena's headstone. Logan fell into a deep depression after that. Day after day he wouldn't eat, wouldn't speak, until at last he starved to death in his own home. I wanted to follow them, to go be with Elena. But I had a pack to lead. I couldn't even die. So I lived on in a fog. I'd thought the grief would fade with time, until the hallucinations started, shadows at first. Then I saw Elena standing right in front of me, and I understood I'd truly lost my mind.