Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

He chuckled softly, gave the both of them a pat on the back and walked away. Mrs. West watched as he left then turned to Mrs. Delaney. She slowly looked at her up and down. “I recognize that design,” she tilted her head “Parle’s regalia.” Mrs. Delaney smiled proudly. “Didn’t know luxury shopping helped people cope with a missing daughter and bankrupt company.” The words landed like a sharp knife piercing through Mrs. Delaney’s gut. She continued smiling, Mrs. West wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing her broken. “Tell me Glyde, should I have worn all black and included a black head tie?”

Their words were like daggers of humiliation, and even though I kept my face blank, inside I was plotting their comeuppance. Bruce seemed to buy into every word, his gaze turning icy and determined. "In three days, I'll be marrying Bella at the Villa d'Oro," he declared, a twisted satisfaction in his voice. However, when he looked at me, his eyes were a tumult of pain and regret, as if he was saying, "You drove me to this." Right then, Bella, clinging to Bruce's arm, was the picture of triumph. "Bruce, let's get out of here. Don't waste another second on someone who doesn't matter."

“We don’t have long before they find out.” “Find out what?” Julia asked me. “I gave her the wrong code,” I explained. I’d been trying to stall, so not only did I give Charlotte the wrong code, I told her she had to enter it five times. Entering the wrong code five times would trigger a twenty-four hour lock on the safe. Once that happened, there would be no way to get into it for the next twenty-four hours. The clock was ticking though, and I knew we just needed a bit more time.

The Resonance of Regret As Elian disappeared into the shadows of the Ark, Leo began his climb toward the Manor. Every step was a battle against the golden light. Caspian watched him, a look of bored contempt on his face. "You have nothing to bargain with, Leo," Caspian said as Leo reached the balcony. "No money, no lawyers, no power." "I have the one thing you never had, Caspian," Leo said, his eyes glowing with a faint, dangerous violet light—the remnant of the storm. "I have the Actual Regret. And I’m going to share it with you."

Vivienne's POV My chest constricted. His words broke through my barriers one, after another. I tried to speak anything but my tongue felt unbearably heavy. I caught a glimpse of his cologne subtly blended with the saltiness of his tears. The hug was overly firm, nearly hurting. I didn’t resist him. I wasn’t sure if it was due to exhaustion or because a part of me still longed for his presence. "I regret it,” he murmured more gently this time as if admitting a truth hidden for ages. "I regret not loving you properly. I regret causing you to feel isolated. I regret understanding it all when I was on the verge of losing you."

Just a strange, quiet stillness. I thought maybe her regret was real. Maybe she truly suffered. But so what? She and I were nothing to each other now. The thread had been cut. The bridge had been burned. The man she was crying over didn't exist anymore. I closed the browser, locked the phone and put it in my drawer. Then I went back to the workbench, where Callie was waiting with a crooked wooden bridge that kept falling over. "Mr. Clark, look! The bridge is going to fall!"

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Boston, USA Regret is a strong emotion, so strong that it has the capacity to keep you trapped in the past forever. When a bout of regret strikes you, it cripples you from within. Like creepy insects crawling under your skin. Your own brain paralyzes you into submission and you are stuck in an era bygone, stuck in the loop of “what could have been”. It was a cool evening and the setting sun was beautifying the sky as if it was a Van Gogh masterpiece. A blood red Maybach is cruising along a deserted stretch of the highway overlooking lush green countryside. An enigmatic sight, a beautiful mechanic beast cruising

She hated the idea of ​​leaving Sophia alone, addicted to work, again. With her heart pounding, she looks at the phone ringing and runs to answer it. - Baby, I missed your voice so much. "Hello, my angel. Only my voice?" - No. I miss you a lot too. "What are you doing?" - I've just finished packing almost the entire house. "Great. This is a sign that you have no regrets.” - I didn't regret it. And you? Did you regret it? “I only regret not having met you years ago. I lost half of my life without you. But one thing I know. Better later than never. I will never regret having you by my side.”

His choked sobs. His regret. His unwillingness to let go. That night, he was no longer the confident, powerful president of Aureate, no longer the domineering young master of the Jackson family. He was just a heartbroken boy who broke his promise and lost the girl he loved. He wanted so badly to go back, to turn back time, to cut open his chest and show her his heart—to prove he would never make the same mistake again… But he also knew: there was no going back.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q