Risking Is Better Than Regretting Novels & Stories

Tonight, his advice felt less like friendly concern and more like gentle pressure to finally acknowledge what everyone else could apparently see. "I seem to remember giving you similar advice about taking chances," I deflected, trying to shift the focus away from my own situation. "And if I recall correctly, it took you quite a while to work up the courage to pursue what you really wanted." "Exactly my point," Bob said triumphantly. "Too much time being miserable and overthinking everything, when I could have just been honest about my feelings from the beginning. Don't make the same mistake I did." Raquel nodded in agreement, her expression becoming gently encouraging. "Bob's right, you know

"I think you're scared. I think you can't handle choosing so you're gambling instead. I think you're risking her life because it's easier than risking emotional pain." His words hit hard. True. Painful. Devastating. "You're probably right," I admit. "But I'm doing it anyway." "Even knowing you might kill her? Even knowing seventy percent chance of death? You're really willing to risk that?" "Yes. Because thirty percent chance of everyone surviving is better than one hundred percent chance of losing two of you." "That's not how math works," Caius says. "Seventy percent chance of total loss is worse than one hundred percent chance of partial loss. Choose the guaranteed partial loss. It's the l

Why can't I take it? I was dreaming of this to happen. To marry him, to build a happy family and to have a lot of children but I didn't expect this to happen. Why is it so unfair? The tears filled my eyes until it overflowed and fell down when I felt Ellwood's warm hand on my shoulder. "Never set limits, it's difficult to wait, but more difficult to regret," he said while looking at the gate where Hezekiah left. I quickly blinked and wiped the tears on my cheeks. His words made me realize that choosing the safest path is not an easy way. It's not bad to gamble again, even if I lose again for the second time, I won't regrer anything. I won't live with regrets.

"I never did things that involved Caesar, which I have regretted, Raine." Raine just stared at me for a few moments, as if she could read my mind. She sighed and glanced at the closed door for a few minutes before responding, "We'll see then." Raine sounded as if she didn't believe me, but I didn't say anything else. Instead, I just talked to myself quietly. I no longer love him, so rejecting him is the best choice to do and is something I know I will not regret. "That's right. I will not regret it." I softly whispered, just enough for Raine not to hear, sounding like I was convincing myself to believe in those words.

Also invisible. ‘It’s still risky,’ Hailey adamantly argued. ‘What we’ve been doing for years has been risky, Hailey. We will succeed in this just as we’ve succeeded in every other assignment prior to this mess. It will go smoothly. Because we - me, in particular - have a lot to lose if I screw up. I’ve screwed up enough in this lifetime. And I have had enough of losing.’ Ending the link in a brusquely imperious manner and stepping out of the car, Greg crossed the clear road and headed straight to the woman in her oversized leather jacket, bracing himself.

he said carefully, “that this situation threatens more than personal pride.” “I know.” “It threatens the Golding name.” Her eyes lifted. “I never intended to threaten anything.” “But you have,” he said evenly. “And so has my son.” That surprised her. He sighed quietly. “Henry is reckless in his arrogance,” he continued. “He believes power shields him from consequence.” She remained silent. “A scandal involving pregnancy, drugging, and denial would stain this family far more than marriage would.” The words hung heavy in the room. Marriage.

"Can you remember me now?" I felt him shifted on the bed, I know he was doing something but I didn't know what it was as my back was on him and I dared not be stubborn and turned to him without him giving me the permission to, what if he gets angry? "I still don't remember you, but those pictures in the frames around the house seems real and familiar to me, I don't want to do something that will hunt me down eternally as I thought, 'if I let you go and I later realize that I'm the fool and I was just hating you for nothing, and then realize how much of so important person you are to me, it might have been too late by then and I will be doom'. I don't want to take a risk I will regret, but th

“You shift routes before anyone settles into them. That creates gaps.” “It removes patterns.” “It creates confusion.” “Only for those who rely on predictability.” I held his gaze, steady. “And your pack doesn’t?” “They rely on adaptation.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” he said. “It’s better.” The answer came too easily. Too certain. I stepped closer without thinking about it, drawn by something I couldn’t quite name. “Or it’s riskier.” “Everything is risk,” he said. “Some risks are unnecessary.”

"That's risky!" My mother smiled. There was something about her smile that told tales of how indifferent she was to a lot of things. She wasn't affected by almost everything happening around her. Even the fact that she was hated by everyone in the pack. "Everything is risky. From waking up to sleeping to going about your day to day activities. It's all risky. I see why most people hide under the umbrella of things being risky when it's obvious that they are just afraid. You are afraid of getting what you want. You might never get it and all you'll do is regret, trust me,"

“Let the Hale Group have this location. Preserving the company is far wiser than fighting a battle we cannot win.” The others nodded concurrently. “I agree.” “That’s the safest decision.” “We can always rebuild elsewhere.” A soft laughter escaped my lips. Once the room quieted once more, I glanced around the table, my eyes meeting every sarcastic gaze. “Confidence isn’t believing you’ll never fail. It’s believing you’re capable enough to face whatever comes next.” I folded my arms. “Those who are afraid of taking risks will always find reasons to retreat. Those who succeed are the ones who move forward despite the risks.”