The Collected Regrets Of Clover の小説・ストーリー

“Sounds like you got the full chaotic package. Did you at least get her number or was it all mystery and regret?” Clover laughed softly, the sound filling the car with a warm awkwardness. “Mystery all the way. I’m still not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed. But it was a nice distraction after everything with me and Cameroon.” The quiet settled again, but it felt different now—lighter on the surface, yet threaded with that undercurrent of tension that always lingered when Briggs was near. My thoughts drifted to the way his hand had brushed my knee earlier, the steady promise in his eyes back at the hospital. Even with Clover’s story still hanging in the air, the empty driver’s seat se

Chloe tried pushing her but her hands held onto Chloe tightly, and then her hand slipped into the jacket that she wore. “Hey you don’t have to peel off my dress,” Chloe scoffed. Then she pulled back her bloody hand. “Please save me,” she whispered again just then regret hit Chloe. “How could I forget it?” she stomped her head over and over. “I should have noticed she gave something to me,” Chloe grumbled in regret. “We have no time for regret. I need to find a way to clone these videos and also get it to the leader to save your dad.” Chloe played a video before anyone could say anything.

Emma retorted as Sasha pulled her back from Mrs Jenkins. “I said you will regret this, and Mark my words, Luna Isla. You will regret this immensely. You will seek redemption.” she cackled. “Those babies. You can't protect them.” a sickly grin formed on her face. I ignored her words and pushed Cleo back down as she whirled around in my mind; she was infuriated that she could not get to Mrs Jenkins. “Calm down, Cleo. We will be ok.” I assured my Wolf.

JASPER Hearing Quinn's voice should have brought me peace. Instead, it ruined what little was left of me. Not today… Those two words followed me through the night like a curse. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard them again. Not today. Not today. Not today. By sunrise, I was still sitting in my office. The coffee beside me had gone cold, and the files on my desk remained untouched. The city outside was awake and moving forward. Mine wasn't. For the first time in years, I had nothing to distract me from my regrets.

“I was in a rush to pull Sophie down from the chair. I must have brushed against her. I’m sorry. I’ll be careful next time.” He sounded sincere. I did not press him as I used to. I only said calmly, “Then, as we agreed, I’ll take one regret pill.” Clayton knew what the pills meant. He knew that once they were gone, I would leave. Yet he looked unconcerned. “All right. I’ll get one for you. There are plenty left anyway.” As he walked into the bedroom, a strange sense of anticipation stirred in me. What would he do when he saw there were only two left?

He wanted Griff to also know the gift of forgiveness, the sense of a deserved second chance. Except that it didn’t look like he’d know it today. Maybe he never would. Maybe Claire was never going to extend that gift, maybe she’d never offer a second chance. Maybe it really was over. Griff looked up at the blue sky one last time, wishing that he could just go back and do it all differently. But wishes like this were just hazy, hollow regrets… and the bigger and stronger the wish, the more howling the regret. And man, was this regret ever shrieking inside him.

After all, he had the looks and charm, and Victoria was the college belle, adored by everyone on campus. Meanwhile, I was ordinary. After graduation, Victoria dumped Patrick for some wealthy man, claiming his family was too average and broke for her tastes. After that, I had a crush on Patrick. Through a twist of fate, we somehow ended up married. As I thought about it, a sharp ache spread across my chest like tiny needles pricking at my heart. I could not help but think that Patrick had regretted marrying me the moment he reconnected with Victoria. They could have been together—openly and proudly—if Patrick had not married me. That must be why they could not stand the secrecy anymore, so th

When I grabbed the diaper bag and picked up the tin of baby formula, I realized it felt unusually light. My heart sank. A wave of unease washed over me. I had bought this formula from abroad as Andy wouldn't drink anything else. I opened every tin of formula, only to find them all empty. Just as I was wondering where the formula had gone, Tara, who had woken up at some point, explained, "Noelle, I'm so sorry. It's my grandma's death anniversary. The sight of the baby formula reminded me of her ashes, so I poured them all out. Don't worry, though. I'll pay you back."

“They’re still inside. Still pulling strings. But they’re careful. You won’t find a face. Only clues.” He reached into his cloak and pulled out something small. A sigil. Black metal. Sharp edges. A circle inside a triangle. “This is all I have. It’s their mark. Their network uses it to pass orders.” I took it. Held it in my palm. Cold as the roots beneath us. ENDING SCENE Jarin didn’t ask for forgiveness. He didn’t expect it. He just said, “Be careful, Luna. You’re not done yet.” And then he turned, melted back into the trees, and disappeared into the dark.

But the moment she saw the wall lined with William's designer clothes and shoes, the hope drained from her eyes. It reminded me exactly of that time I'd spent lying on the freezing floor, clinging to hope for a full day before finally understanding that nobody was coming for me.