Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

When the fire trapped me, my Alpha mate, Graeme Blackwood, was throwing a birthday party for my little sister, Ayana. I was locked in the basement, trembling so violently my bones clattered against each other. When the flames first caught, I called him. Begged him. His voice was ice. "Evelyn, stop the act. It's Ayana's birthday. I'm not letting you out just so you can ruin it. Let her have her night. Once she's happy, I'll let you out." I tried to explain. With the last shred of strength I had, I called him again. He hung up on me. So I just watched. Watched the flames swallow everything.

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

"Is that what you want to hear? I watch you laughing with him, trusting him, letting him in the way you used to let me in, and it drives me insane. Is that a crime?" "It's not a crime. It's just too late." I crossed my arms, refusing to soften even slightly despite the raw edge creeping into his voice. "You don't get to realize what you lost the moment someone else shows a fraction of the respect you never bothered giving me. That's not romance, James. That's regret. And regret doesn't entitle you to anything." He was quiet for a long moment, staring at the floor like the words had actually landed somewhere real for once instead of bouncing off whatever wall he usually kept up.

We all sat in the car heading to the hospital. Now I regret doing to that club. Regret fucking different women and manwhoring around. Regret hurting people and I think this is all their curse to me and my life that even if I found my happiness I still can't be happy with her. I feel like the more I'm getting closer to her the more far time is throwing me away from her. I never expected the fate to be this cruel to me. It's not like I believe in it but if there are chances of it being true.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I… I just can't believe Maria is really gone just like that," Richard said, laughing bitterly. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who ruined the good life she should have had. If I had cared more about her and treated her better… If I had been honest sooner and told her everything… Then maybe, things wouldn't have ended like this." He clenched his fists. People always said you should not wait until you lose something to regret it, but he had always believed that would never happen to him and Maria.

Regret surged within her like a rising tide, making her chest ache. Tears slid silently down her beautiful face. “Henry, goodbye.” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. “If there is a next life... I will make you and Rose pay.” And this time, Margaret would never be foolish enough to love Henry again.

"Alex doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t say anything to him, okay?" Ivory nodded. "I promise, I'll not mention this in front of him." "Thanks," Eric gave her a look which Ivory couldn't find a name yet, "When you love someone, don’t waste time Ivory, don’t let your pride or fear stop you. When it’s too late, no amount of regret will bring them back, I wasted time, maybe if I was quicker, I might've got more time to spend with her rather than crying for her, atleast I got six months to be with her now, though it'll be a lifelong regret later, do you want to regret too?"

And I didn’t know if he would ever give me the chance to explain that the cruelest thing I said that night, the lie I hid behind had been the loudest proof of how much he meant to me. I looked up at the sky, blinking back tears. “I didn’t want to lose you,” I whispered into the night. But I already had. And for the first time since all of this began, I understood the truth completely: Regret doesn’t arrive quietly. It arrives when it’s already too late. And all you can do is stand in the wreckage of your own words, hoping against all reason that something you broke can still be rebuilt.

Of course she did. But regret did not rebuild trust. Regret did not erase images. Regret did not promise she wouldn’t choose someone else tomorrow. --- And yet— if she called right now and said, Come back— he would go. He knew it. That was the tragedy. --- Love had made them both late. She was late to choose him. He was late to realize she was everything. --- And time— time was beginning to move without mercy.

He deeply knew that if there was something he could do, he would have agreed to do it, but he knew that it was already too late. "How I wish you didn't make such bad decisions, you would have still been alive, I do forgive you, but it's so bad because I get to say it too late when you aren't available to listen to me at the moment, and I regret this," Thomas said shedding tears profusely. He knew that he couldn't place his words, but he knew deep down that he was very sorry and regretted that at the end of the day, he didn't get to accept Rosemary's apologies.