Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

“Why should I apologize for something I never did, Rowan?” I asked calmly, even though the room was filled with tension. “You heard the horrible things she called me in front of everyone. Why doesn’t she apologize for insulting me first? Everyone here heard what she said.” Rowan’s face twisted with anger. “So what? Did she li—” “Enough!” Alpha Levi cut Rowan off, raising his large hand and leaving no room for argument. “The wedding is over. Everyone should go home now.”

"Wanna get laid?" "RuNE…" "We won't remember. We are both high." She swallowed. "I'll lock my door now, and we'll forget this happened." He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. That too." But thirty minutes later, he was deep in her sheath, merging sweat and bodies and ecstasy they never imagined they could get from each other. Hours later, as they listened to their silence in the darkness, he laughed, "We'll regret tomorrow, won't we?" She shifted so her back faced him, shutting her eyes. The regret was presently at work. What the hell had she done?!

Matthew's face was grim, one hand holding his collar, the other hanging at his side dripping blood, "Now that you've given up on her once, leave her alone." He let go of his hand, the corner of his mouth a little mocking, "There is no medicine for regret in this world, rivers and mountains and beauty can't be combined, you chose the former, you should have known that there would be such a day." Oscar lowered his head, faintly touching his left ring finger, "Matthew, I'm not a god, I will also regret." "Does regret help? She doesn't remember you anymore."

When he opened them again, they were rimmed with red. "I'm sorry, Clara." He finally uttered the apology that was five years overdue. "I know it's too late to say this now. But these past years, not a single day has passed without regret. I regret bringing Lily home. I regret hurting our pup." At the mention of the pup, my heart inevitably ached. However, I quickly steadied my emotions. "Does regretting it change anything?" I asked coolly. "Can your regret turn back time? Can it bring our dead pup back to life? Can it erase my painful memories?"

And it ends up being worse because the tears are filled with regret and the feeling of being too late. Because is. It's too late. Generally, those who decide to move forward without looking back are because they have rethought many times before. He's tried, he's already had a dialogue, he's already demonstrated it once, twice, hundreds of times and had no response. You've had your pillow wet several times.

However, there was no pill for regret and it had already happened. There was no point beating myself up over it anymore. I said that, but deep down, I knew it wasn't over and this wasn't all of it but I refused to let myself think of it at the moment. With that thought in mind, I reached for my phone and picked it up, only for my eyes to widen. I'd gotten multiple missed calls from Alaric and there were too many messages from him too. "Sara, where are you?" "Pick up the phone."

No one showed pity for those three people. Stella had been watching this quietly. She took a few sips of tea, and a cold look flashed across her eyes. This happened in her past life too. However, it was before she got married, and Eric had been out of the country. Noel did not stand by her side but barged into the old mansion with the Taylors. Old Mr. Chilton's heart softened after listening to the Taylors crying. He berated Noel's parents. Even though Noel's parents apologized, they found a new reason to kick out the Taylors not long after they returned home.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

Something in me bristles at that. I didn't come all the way here just to be dismissed. I hear the stubbornness and spite in my own tone when I speak, "I already apologized to you. You're the one who didn't accept it. I already said I'm sorry." Destiny huffs out a short chuckle, "You may have said it but you never were. Even now, you don't regret what you did. You're not truly sorry at all." She should have just accepted my apology.

​VERA’S WICKED SCHEME. ​Vera’s POV. The cheap hotel room smelled like old carpet and stale coffee, and I kept walking from the cracked window to the small wooden desk because Derek had not answered my calls for the last five hours, which proved that he was becoming completely useless after letting Nathan and Emma take away his municipal contract and his primary distribution routes in a single afternoon. Gina was sitting on the edge of the unmade bed crying because her new shoes were dirty, but I did not have the time or the patience to comfort her when our entire high-society lifestyle was collapsing around us, so I pulled out my secondary prepaid phone and dialed the number for Marcus, a sh